MANDY
“SO AM I your legal guardian now?” Sarah asks with a little smile meant to bring some levity to the situation. I’m sitting across from her on the floor of her room, each of us sipping a hot chocolate that her mom was nice enough to make for us, contemplating the end of the world.
“Well, *technically*, now that I’m eighteen,” I start to say, but then a surge of sadness comes over me like a wave of nausea, and I wave my hand and collapse onto my back. “f**k it, never mind. Yes, you can adopt me. As long as that means I can live with you.”
“Can you even adopt an eighteen-year-old?” she asks. I groan.
“Just go with it, okay?”
Sarah laughs. “Okay.” She leans forward and pats me on the ankle. “I really am sorry, okay? What can I say other than men suck?”
“Yup.” I nod. “Men suck
