WATTYS LONG LIST. He's got three polyamorous, pole dancing moms and his world is the stuff of which teen boy fantasies are made. But when he falls for a feisty cancer patient who is about to die, he truly learns how to live.
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Lovin' the Mardi Gras wedding cake? Oh, it's going to be wild and loose that day. But for now, Kendall's got "mother-in-law issues" to deal with. If you're enjoying her so far, give her a "vote" of support...
They could probably hear Joie screaming over all the loud music at her club that night. I myself had to hold the phone away from my ear for a pretty long time to save my ear drum. And I was glad there was nobody at the nurse's station when I got back to my wing.
I'd just said, "You know that talk we just had, like...a few hours ago?"
And then after I refreshed her memory about the particular part I meant, and said, "Well...I met this girl..."
Now, if you know any drag queens, you know they can make sounds from out of this world. Joie became a human siren. So I was almost scared to go any further.
But she finally calmed down-sort of-and said, "All right, so first things first! Age?"
"Same as me."
"Omigod, omigod! I've lost my train of thought now. Continue..."
I just laughed, sat on my bed and laid back on my pillows. Bracing for the ride.
"So she's Kendall Carter, really cute, really smart, great sense of humor. But...well, there's a really scary plot twist, okay? So grab a bar stool or something. I'm serious."
"Just talk!"
"Joie, I'm not kidding. I know you. You need to get hold of something if you can't sit down."
"Just say it, damn you!"
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and said, "She's...a cancer patient. And the outlook's sort of...shaky-"
I heard a little yelp, but I just went barreling on through.
"-and she had this dream of having a wedding before she died so-"
This scream was even stranger than the siren. But there was something kind of fun in it. Like it was either an "I've finally completely snapped" laugh or maybe a "this is the dopest thing, ever" one. I couldn't tell which until she finally caught her breath.
And said, "Bucket list bride! Bless her heart--how short on time are we?" before losing it again and going, "Oh, my God, this boy! I can't even!"
I could tell she was standing there fanning herself and getting all revved and teared up.
So I said, "Take a breath. She's actually cancer free at the moment, but-"
"When can I meet her? What's tomorrow? What day is this, for that matter? Got me all discombobulated here, bae!"
"I'll get back to you on that. Just...thanks for not making me feel crazier than I already do."
