now if he were here. Would just be glowing with pride. He always knew you were going to be a force to be reckoned with.” I wonder if this is true, not because my mom has ever really lied to me but because it’s just so hard for me to imagine. I can see my dad thinking I'd grow up to be kind or smart; that makes sense. But I’ve never thought of myself as a force to be reckoned with. Maybe I should start thinking of myself that way; maybe I deserve to. “I kind of am, aren’t I? Don’t mess with me, world. I’m out to get mine.” “That’s right, honey. That you are.” As I tell my mom I love her and hang up the phone, I feel proud of myself, smug even. I have no idea that in less than a week, Evelyn Hugo will finish her story, and I'll find out what this has all been about, and I will hate her so much that I'll be truly afraid I might kill her.