She asks her to visit; with her head in the crook of her neck, hopeful mouth against her bedwarm skin.
They are huddled together on the front steps of her house, passport clutched in her hand, scarf flung around her neck. Bernie had shuffled dutifully out of bed, stretched out yawns and rubbed at her eyes as she helped her gather every last bit she needed, every part of Serena Campbell she cares to take with her (the rest discarded, left with Bernie). She had nodded, smiled, squeezed her hand; when she had asked her if she didn’t mind locking up, if she didn’t mind not coming to the airport. She doesn’t want a long goodbye, she says. Can’t endure it, she knows.
Metamours can be seriously weird. It’s like–Ford likes Lardo an awful lot and kind of can’t believe that Lardo chose her back; she’s over the moon at the chance to spend time with her. But she… feels kind of bad that she doesn’t like Shitty that much. Which is to say, she respects him as a human being, and she appreciates that he seems to love Lardo with the same passionate intensity that she does, but… oh god, he’s such a Harvard Law white boy who thinks he’s woke, he’s a little exhausting to be around. And then she feels guilty for feeling that when he’s nice to her.
Which is to say: Ford feels a little weird about vacationing with Lardo in the Knight house on Cape Cod, following Lardo when she wanders into the family wine cellar to pick a bottle to drink in the evening, and stealing a large men’s Samwell Hockey hoodie from a peg in the back entryway and wrapping up in it when she and Lardo go out on the back deck to enjoy the evening.
Shitty’s internship kept him in Boston this weekend, but he told them to go and enjoy the house anyway, since he did go twelve rounds with Cousin Gloria to keep her from bringing her friends out on a weekend Shitty’d had booked on the family calendar for months.
Take care of our girl, he’d texted Ford. She needs a break.
So it’s weird, but Ford thinks she might be able to get used to it.
Thank you, thank you everyone who had supported me throughout these 6 years after being diagnosed and working towards university. Through the Grace of God I was able to to get in and I cannot be more happy or grateful. I am so, so humbled to be given this opportunity of a lifetime.
This truly is a chance for me to go to school in a way I can actually afford and work to make a difference for the lives of those with disabilities. For those of you who have come to me and shared how I have inspired you I hope that this amazing thing that has happened to me continues to inspire you. Never forget that even if you are disadvantaged in any way, through illness, disability, financial situation, etc. know that there are always opportunities for you to succeed. I was rejected from 3 schools before this (Oxford, Stanford, and Princeton) and this was my absolute last school that I had applied to.
I buckled down and prayed and trusted in God, that if this was the path for me that I would be given a chance. If it wasn’t then rejection would not have been a failure, it would have been enough that I tried and worked to overcome my limitations in life. If I hadn’t gotten in I would have no home next year, no money, and no plan of what to do next. This was a huge leap of faith! And while in hindsight I definitely recommend having more back-ups than I did, know that it is okay to believe and have Faith that things will turn out well!
Good things can happen, and just as I am blessed I pray with all my heart that you too will find happiness. Thank you all <3 much love and God bless!