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456 pages, Paperback
First published November 7, 2023
“Until you work up the courage, it’s Schrödinger’s fucking”
‘There’s lots to consider. My feelings about chess, for one, which I cannot disentangle from my feelings for Dad. They are twisted, knotted together. There’s pain. Regret. Nostalgia. Guilt. Hate. Above all, there’s anger. So much anger inside me. Mountains of it, entire blasing landscapes without a single furyless corner in them.’
“He leans toward me over the table, dark eyes earnest, stars traveling on his skin. “Do you know how incredible you are?”
“Why would you keep something that makes you think of me?” I feel him shrug.
“Because I think of you anyway, Mallory.”
He turns us around and then we’re on the unmade bed, the twisted sheets digging into my spine. “You’ll be playing the most beautiful chess I’ve ever seen, and I dream about having you under me. It’s fucking confusing.”
“Are you real?” The air between us swells, overflows. “Sometimes I’m scared that I imagined you. Sometimes I think you’re only in my head.”
“He studies me for longer than is comfortable. Galaxies pass through his black eyes, and I wonder whether this second could last a century. Whether the universe could be just me and him, understanding each other on a forever loop.”
“Chess is a bad idea.”
“Why?”
“Look where it got me.”
“It got you here. To me.”
"He turns us around and then we’re on the unmade bed, the twisted sheets digging into my spine. “You’ll be playing the most beautiful chess I’ve ever seen, and I dream about having you under me. It’s fucking confusing.”
"His full lips tremble for the barest second. “Are you real?” The air between us swells, overflows. “Sometimes I’m scared that I imagined you. Sometimes I think you’re only in my head.”
“Why would you keep something that makes you think of me?” I feel him shrug. “Because I think of you anyway, Mallory.”
“Chess is a bad idea.”
“Why?”
“Look where it got me.”
“It got you here. To me.”
"I roll my eyes. “No follow-up questions.”
He leans toward me over the table, dark eyes earnest, stars traveling on his skin. “Do you know how incredible you are?”