No, he went to Stanford and then Madison, and there were sharks and diving and dolphins and-Īnd then I realized what else was missing from Mitch‘s library, what my dad had and Mitch didn‘t, But why buy it? There was no reason he would need it-unless that reason was me. Mitch had done his undergraduate work at Stanford he‘d studied marine mammology, he said, and as a grad student, he‘d already known about Alexis and he just thought he had Lasker‘s book. Numb, I navigated my way down the hall from the elevator toward the Burn Unit. He bought the Lasker book the day Dewerman gave me the assignment. He had no brother, no three sisters who used all the hot water. God, what world had I been in? Planet Mitch? He‘d lied. Girls always use more hot water than guys. He stabbed the right button as I sagged against the back of the elevator and closed my eyes. I stumbled into the elevator and stared dumbly at the panel. I drifted out of the cafeteria in a kind of daze, floating to the elevator, punching the up arrow, staring at the numbers ticking in a kind of countdown: 7-6-5-4. So I said, stupidly, ―So he doesn‘t have a sister. I kept waiting for her to say the rest: in Wisconsin. ―We‘re in Appleton, and Mitch doesn‘t have any brothers or sisters.‖
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