![]() “Make a wish!” Gwen’s mother calls out, and I want to wish for word from Rhiannon and I know I should wish for Moses’s” ![]() Then the moment comes when the lights are turned off and a cake is carried in, its eighteen candles (“One for good luck!”) flickering to show me all the friendly faces who’ve gathered to celebrate with me. ![]() April (age four) hangs by my side and provides a good diversion, especially because a lot of my friends have to introduce themselves to her and explain who they are. I work hard to keep track of who’s who, but I can barely keep up. Everyone in the family and many of my friends have chipped in with decorations, so it’s like every age I’ve already been is represented-construction paper cutouts and crayon drawings alongside a supercut of the past year playing in a loop on the TV screen. And they are all there at her house for the party that night. They are there in the halls and in her classes. ![]()
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