I calculated the distance from the roof to the deep end of the pool, one hundred percent sure I could make it without falling on my face and breaking every bone in my body.ĭon’t you even think about it, young lady! my mother screamed. I shifted my focus from them, back to the situation at hand-getting off the roof. My neighbor, Hazel, and her boyfriend had just pulled into the drive, back from D. I had a motto- if you’re not living, you’re dying-and I did all I could to live in accordance with it, even if it meant giving my mother frequent heart attacks. If she wanted me down, then down I would go. I looked down at my petite mother from the roof of our family home, wondering why she still hadn’t learned to be more specific about what she wanted when it came to me. copyright law.Ĭover design by MJ Padgett, images licensed through Shutterstock Contentsĭarcy Elizabeth Pistolis, you come down from there this instant! My mother’s panicked screams were commonplace in the Pistolis household, but our neighbors scarcely paid her a moment’s notice after all these years, knowing full well there was nothing they could do to help her or to dissuade me from whatever stunt I was prepared to execute. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. I'm Pretty Sure You're Gonna Regret That Darcy Pistolis M.
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