Annabel: A Delirium Short Story by Lauren Oliver Read Free Book Online Page B

testament to her liberalism. We don’t judge the girl because of her family, she would tell guests when they brought it up. The disease isn’t genetic; that’s an old idea.
    She took it as almost a personal insult when Lena contracted the disease and managed to escape before she could be treated, as though Lena had deliberately done it to make her look stupid.
    All those years we let her into our house, she would say out of nowhere, in the days following Lena’s escape. Ev="T
    “She looked thin,” I say.
    “Home, Tony.” My mom leans her head against the headrest and closes her eyes, and I know the conversation is over.