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Four Corners

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This novel would not have been possible without the patience and support

of a lot of people, including but not limited to Marsha, Alexis, Livvy,

and Sean; the guy at the Apple Store Genius Bar who did me a solid by

surreptitiously trying to recover the file for this novel when my hard

drive died; everyone in my writers group who read and gave feedback,

even after the rainbow unicorns got involved; and all of my friends and

family members in Chicago who let me ask stupid questions about the

city. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

T HE wake was bad enough, but then I saw the one person in the world

I least wanted to see. The one person I least expected to see. Adam

Boughton. The one who left us. The one who got away.

I was at the wake to say good-bye to my old baseball coach. I

hadn’t actually seen him in years, but he’d been such an important part

of my adolescence that I felt I had to come pay my respects. Seeing him

in the casket and seeing a bunch of old teammates had brought back a

lot of memories. I spent the better part of an hour recounting games I

hadn’t thought about in fifteen years, listening to others’ memories

about the coach, and mourning both the man and that part of my

childhood that I’d long since left behind. Someone even asked if I still

played the game, and I struggled to think of the last time I’d picked up

a bat and glove. How could that have been? There’d been a time in my

life when I’d pretty much lived for baseball. Coach’s wife came up to

me and told me she remembered me, she remembered all of us from

that particular team, the last to win a state championship under Coach’s

tutelage. It was a sad way to pass an afternoon.

Then I saw Adam. He stood looking ridiculously handsome in a

black suit, his dark hair a little disheveled, his hands shoved in his

pockets. He made an interesting contrast to the red frippery of Room B

at the Hull Funeral Home. He didn’t seem to be looking anywhere in

particular, just around at the other wake attendants, but then he turned

his head and our eyes met. I froze.

“Oh, Jake,” Kyle said behind me. “Jakey. Jake-Jake. Earth to

Jacob. Hello?”

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