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6 Emily Schell was never one to make faces. Katie was the face maker, despite a grave countereffort not to be. “Congenitally screwed,” she once told me. “And all Emily’s got is a birthmark shaped like a friggin’ three-leaf clover.”
7 One of my initial hopes in composing a book-length work was to prove to my students that their composition teacher could actually write something. As luck would have it, I’m now hoping none of them will ever hear about it, and certainly never read it. The same goes for the Schells, my parents, their friends, Zach, and basically everyone I know except Emily.
