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tighten on the steering wheel. “My dad too. He always says he’s too tired to talk when I ask him. What’s going on?”
    â€œNothing,” he says, taking a turn that throws me against the door. “Nothing’s going on. Keep your damn mouth shut and nothing’s going to happen. If you don’t remember it, don’t fucking talk about it. That’s it. It’s easy.”
    â€œWhat’s easy?”
    The road is now gravel. Pebbles. “Dammit, Micah. What the hell do you think? Use your stupid busted head. Why the hell do you think the police have been around somuch? Why do you think they keep wanting to talk about the fire?”
    When he puts it like that, the answer is obvious.
    They think I set it.
    Dewey slows to a stop by the edge of the quarry.
    The deepest part of the quarry is two hundred and nineteen feet deep. The water rarely gets warmer than fifty degrees in the dead of summer. This used to be the greatest limestone mine in the northern Midwest, which is hard to imagine. It’s hard to imagine anything under the water. It’s too dark.
    The quarry is blocked off by a chain fence that is never closed. There is a NO TRESPASSING sign that is missing most of its letters. On the far side, there is a ledge where stoners dare each other to jump. On this side, there is Old Eell’s barn, where Janie used to store cheap vodka. Next to it was a huge pile of rocks left over from the mining.
    The reason I couldn’t see it from Janie’s house is that it’s not there.
    â€œMicah,” Dewey says as we pull up. “Listen, don’t freak out—”
    I am already out of the car.
    The Metaphor was enormous and ugly and now it’s only missing.
    Dewey follows me.
    His hands are in his pockets when I turn and stare at him.
    â€œWhere is it?” I ask.
    He kicks the ground. Technically it is still littered with the stupid rocks, but the mountain is gone. The entire landscape is different. It almost looks nice now.
    â€œWhat the hell happened? Does Janie know?”
    Dewey doesn’t look at me. “Of course she knew. She threw a fucking tantrum. Not like that made a difference.”
    â€œWhy didn’t you tell me before? Why didn’t you tell me about this first?”
    I turn and look around. It shouldn’t come as a surprise now, everything disappearing. But it does, my blood is in my head and I don’t remember which way is up anymore.
    I start forward toward the rough rock-strewn circle, darker than the rest of the shore, where Janie and I spent every Thursday afternoon since fourth grade.
    Gravity is irrelevant.
    My head hits the ground. Pain is everything, and that is when Janie comes back. Because she knows that I cannot understand living without her.
    Her fingers are in my hair, her lips at my ear. “Of course I know that.”
    I don’t open my eyes.
    â€œOf course I know.”
    But if I were to open them, she’d be there. Her hair like fire falling into my eyes as she leans over me.
    â€œJanie,” I say. “Janie.”
    She smells like cinnamon and vodka. Lemons and sleep.
    Someone is dragging me to my feet. Dewey is swearing in my ear, so it can’t be Janie. But I keep my eyes closed still.
    It’s crazy. I’m going crazy.
    â€œYou’re not going crazy,” she whispers to me. “You’ve been here for ages.”

    T HE J OURNAL O F J ANIE V IVIAN
    Once upon a time there were two beautiful kingdoms. The prince of the first kingdom was golden and kind and the pride of the kingdom. The princess of the second kingdom was good and lovely and had a very large trust fund dowry. The fell in love at first sight and swore to love each other forever, because of course they would. Of course. He gave her flowers for her hair and she gave him gold for his treasury, and they were horribly, desperately happy. On their wedding day, both kingdoms rejoiced, and their day went on far longer