“You’re my little supernova, Nova Jane. Never forget how bright you shine, and never let a boneheaded boy get under your skin and dim that light.” My daddy must have had the sight. He must have known that someday I’d make a choice, that led to choices, that led to my nova fading out to black. I wish I had taken his words to heart the first time. The first time I felt my light flicker, but I kept talking myself out of it. So now I don’t have a clue how to get out. So now here I sit, on the steps of our condo, while the boneheaded boy or man-boy sleeps peacefully as if nothing just happened and all is right in his world, which I suppose it is. I light another one of his cigarettes and count how many are left in the pack. There are only five now, and there were nine when I brought them out here. This has become a ritual for me. I secretly took up smoking after he falls asleep, and I know if he finds out, if he notices his cigarettes are missing, then he’ll
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