Not everything made it into my novel What Love Means. Here’s a part that was cut:
“You’re sure you want to do this?” I had to check one more time. “Like totally, completely, possum-tive sure?”
April used to think the word ‘positive’ was possumtive when she was a kid. Maybe because she was obsessed with possums. She thought they were adorable and wanted one as a pet. She was the only kid I’d ever encountered who loved possums. She was unique, so of course she’d be the kid in her class that liked spelling bees instead of whatever the other children enjoyed.
She nodded seriously. “Possumtive.” Then, she smiled. “Plus, I’ll be even better with your help.”
I stared at her as she tried to stare back seriously without grinning. Crap. I didn’t want to give in. We both knew I would.
