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My mom dropped me off about 10:00 this morning (thinking I was studying with my new math friend, David—okay, so I lied). Dr. and Mrs. Mayer had gone on a coffee run. David let me in, then disappeared back into his hole. I sat in the living room and waited.
“Do your parents know you’re doing this?” Mrs. Mayer asked me when they came back.
“Oh. Sure,” I lied. Again. I can’t believe I can’t even stick to one resolution. But it happens to be the hardest one.
“Good,” Mrs. Mayer said. “Because even though we’re doing research, and Mark isn’t technically treating you as a patient, I’d be more comfortable if your parents signed a release for you. Can I send you home with one?”
“Sure.” The new me is going to have to learn how to forge her parents’ signatures.
Yes, dishonest, and yes, I’m t
