Excerpts for Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac
From Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac
"Are you Ace?" I asked, remembering what James had said about my having a boyfriend.
Will removed his black rectangular-framed glasses and wiped them on his pants, which were gray wool like James's had been. I would later learn that removing his glasses was something Will did when embarrassed, as if not seeing something clearly could in some way distance him from an awkward situation. "No, I most definitely am not," he said. "Ace's about six inches taller than me. And also, he's your boyfriend." A second later, Will's eyes flashed something mischievous. "Okay, so this is deeply wrong. I want it on the record that you are acknowledging that this is deeply wrong before I even say it."
"Fine. It's wrong," I said.
"Good." Will nodded. "I feel so much better that you don't remember him either. By the by, your man's a dolt not to come."
"Dolt?" Who used dolt?
"Tool. No offense."
"Leave. Right now," I said in a mock stern tone. "You go too far insulting Ace . . . What's his last name?"
"Right. Zuckerman. Yeah, I'm really outraged about you insulting the boyfriend I don't remember anyway."
"You might be later and if that's the case, I take it all back. Visiting hours only started a minute ago, so he'll probably still come," Will said, by way of encouragement I suppose. "If it were my girlfriend, I would have been waiting outside before visiting hours."