12:58am June 23, 2014

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Not one word about what’s happened. As quietly as I can, I tell Sara, “It looked like she was being elec-trocu-ted.”

“I guess she was. The brain sends electrical impulses through the nerves down to the muscles. She got too much current. You know, this place is full of electrical problems. Like you: With CP, your brain doesn’t regulate the current right. With me, my brain generates fabulously well, but there’s some kind of short where the signal hits the muscles. The muscles get corroded from lack of use. Maybe we all need rewiring. Hey, if we got rewired, do you think we’d be the same people?”

I shrug. all around beds are squeaking. the screen door slams behind Sue and Mary, the eyebrow tapper, as they leave for the bathroom. People are talking. Talking about things of no consequence.

“Sorry,” Sara says, still flat on her back. “A little too philosophical for this hour of the morning.”

As Sue dresses me, I ponder Sara’s question. I stick out arms and legs to sleeves and pants, I lurch onto the toilet, and I wonder. Would I be the same person without CP? My parents always say CP doesn’t matter. I am just like a normal girl. But I wonder.

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