Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Dedication
- September 2008
- Penny’s Rabbit Is Sick
- Liz Sullivan Is Out of Here
- Penny on Christmas
- Liz Is an Expat
- Penny Has a Boyfriend
- Liz Meets the Madman of Belgrano
- Penny’s Hair
- Liz Learns Tango
- Penny’s Back Hurts
- Liz after Dark
- Penny Finds God
- Liz Is a Tiger
- Penny Is a Good Big Sister
- Liz with Her Eyes Closed
- Penny Knows All about Love
- Liz Is New Here
- Penny Is Having a Baby
- Liz Is Losing It
- Penny Is in Love for Real
- Liz Came Here to Forget
- Penny Is Getting Married!
- Liz Finds a Wonder Drug
- Penny Is Going to Be Fine
- Liz Is Not Your Little Project
- Penny Has a Daughter
- Liz at High Tea
- Penny Is the Best Mom in the World
- Liz Says Yes
- Penny Is Not a Criminal
- Liz Is in It Now
- Idaho Journal Sentinel
- Liz Crosses the River
- The After
- Liz Wants the Truth
- Where Has Penny Gone?
- Liz at the End of the World
- Penny’s Sister Takes the Stand
- Liz Is Ready to Talk
- Liz Has More to Lose
- Liz Can Explain
- Liz Is Not Liz
- Liz Gets the Full Story
- Katie Cleary Is Out of Here
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Copyright
Tad looked at me askance. Somehow it felt like he was talking to me as an adult, something he’d never done before. I laughed.
“Okay, I don’t really get it.”
“They’re absolute losers, and they’re dragging him down. He’s never going to qualify for FIS if he keeps this up. Now, he’s going on about the X Games and wanting to shoot videos instead of train. There’s no future in that, and those boys are reckless. They don’t even wear helmets.”
“I’ll talk to him,” I said. Tad nodded. This was why I was here, I suddenly understood.
We all went out to dinner on our last night in Sun Valley, and after Tad insisted on paying the bill, he asked my parents and me to hang back for a moment.
“I want to talk to you,” he said, matter-of-factly, “about bringing Katie out to Sun Valley.”
It probably would have been much more appropriate for Tad to approach my parents before he looped me into the conversation, regardless of how grown-up I thought I was at fifteen. But Tad knew how to persuade people to do what he wanted. He knew if my parents watched my eyes fill with hope at the opportunity he was presenting, that would outweigh any other misgivings. Given how close I was with his sons, he also likely knew that Penny was having trouble, though he made no mention of it now.
“Listen,” Tad had said, a knowing look on his handsome face, which was so like Blair’s, “Katie’s done amazingly well as it is, but the opportunities the kids have in Sun Valley”—he shook his head—“are unmatched. Luke is doing great with his tutor, and Blair’s already been accepted to Dartmouth—it will take him more than four years naturally, but that could eventually be a great place for Katie too; they’re fantastic about working with skiers’ schedules. For now, it would be easy to integrate Katie, she and Luke being the same age. They’re all smart, disciplined kids. We’re not going to let their education go by the wayside, we would never do that.” The “we” he spoke of was always endlessly inclusive and open to interpretation: we were all on the same team. Team Katie, Team Luke, Team Blair, Team U.S.A. “But if they’re going to get where they want to go, the focus has got to be there. They need the right support and access to the right resources. And we could get you out here as much as you wanted.”