The Fault in Our Stars

Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home
One swing set, well worn but structurally sound, seeks new home. Make memories
with your kid or kids so that someday he or she or they will look into the backyard
and feel the ache of sentimentality as desperately as I did this afternoon. It’s all
fragile and fleeting, dear reader, but with this swing set, your child(ren) will be
introduced to the ups and downs of human life gently and safely, and may also learn
the most important lesson of all: No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high

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you get, you can’t go all the way around.
Swing set currently resides near 83rd and Spring Mill.

After that, we turned on the TV for a little while, but we couldn’t find anything to watch,
so I grabbed An Imperial Affliction off the bedside table and brought it back into the living
room and Augustus Waters read to me while Mom, making lunch, listened in.
“‘Mother’s glass eye turned inward,’” Augustus began. As he read, I fell in love the
way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
When I checked my email an hour later, I learned that we had plenty of swing-set suitors
to choose from. In the end, we picked a guy named Daniel Alvarez who’d included a
picture of his three kids playing video games with the subject line I just want them to go
outside. I emailed him back and told him to pick it up at his leisure.
Augustus asked if I wanted to go with him to Support Group, but I was really tired
from my busy day of Having Cancer, so I passed. We were sitting there on the couch
together, and he pushed himself up to go but then fell back down onto the couch and
sneaked a kiss onto my cheek.
“Augustus!” I said.
“Friendly,” he said. He pushed himself up again and really stood this time, then took
two steps over to my mom and said, “Always a pleasure to see you,” and my mom opened
her arms to hug him, whereupon Augustus leaned in and kissed my mom on the cheek. He
turned back to me. “See?” he asked.
I went to bed right after dinner, the BiPAP drowning out the world beyond my room.
I never saw the swing set again.
* * *
I slept for a long time, ten hours, possibly because of the slow recovery and possibly
because sleep fights cancer and possibly because I was a teenager with no particular wake-
up time. I wasn’t strong enough yet to go back to classes at MCC. When I finally felt like
getting up, I removed the BiPAP snout from my nose, put my oxygen nubbins in, turned
them on, and then grabbed my laptop from beneath my bed, where I’d stashed it the night
before.
I had an email from Lidewij Vliegenthart.
Dear Hazel,
I have received word via the Genies that you will be visiting us with Augustus Waters
and your mother beginning on 4th of May. Only a week away! Peter and I are

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delighted and cannot wait to make your acquaintance. Your hotel, the Filosoof, is just
one street away from Peter’s home. Perhaps we should give you one day for the jet
lag, yes? So if convenient, we will meet you at Peter’s home on the morning of 5th
May at perhaps ten o’clock for a cup of coffee and for him to answer questions you
have about his book. And then perhaps afterward we can tour a museum or the Anne
Frank House?
With all best wishes,
Lidewij Vliegenthart
Executive Assistant to Mr. Peter Van Houten, author of An Imperial Affliction
* * *
“Mom,” I said. She didn’t answer. “MOM!” I shouted. Nothing. Again, louder, “MOM!”
She ran in wearing a threadbare pink towel under her armpits, dripping, vaguely
panicked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Sorry, I didn’t know you were in the shower,” I said.
“Bath,” she said. “I was just . . .” She closed her eyes. “Just trying to take a bath for
five seconds. Sorry. What’s going on?”
“Can you call the Genies and tell them the trip is off? I just got an email from Peter
Van Houten’s assistant. She thinks we’re coming.”
She pursed her lips and squinted past me.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m not supposed to tell you until your father gets home.”
“What?” I asked again.
“Trip’s on,” she said finally. “Dr. Maria called us last night and made a convincing
case that you need to live your—”
“MOM, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” I shouted, and she came to the bed and let me
hug her.
I texted Augustus because I knew he was in school:

Still free May three? :-)
He texted back immediately.

Everything’s coming up Waters.

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If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the
Dutch Tulip Guy. I looked down my blouse at my chest.
“Keep your shit together,” I whispered to my lungs.

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