June loves her sister who is growing up too fast and her uncle who is dying of AIDS. How can she come to terms with her loneliness? And can any love be the wrong kind? This sensitive and compassionate story took me right back to my teenage years.
A few people had come up to me in school after they'd seen the article. I guess we were the first people to have any connection to this huge thing that was always on the news. The first ones anybody knew about, anyway, and it seemed to fascinate people. When they asked me about it, there was always a slight tone of awe in their voices. Like Finn having AIDS had somehow made me cooler in their eyes. I never tried to take advantage of that. When people mentioned it to me, they thought they were talking about some casual relative of mine. For most people that's what an uncle was. They had no idea how I felt about Finn. No idea that hearing them talk about AIDS, like that was the important part of the story - more important than who Finn was, or how much I loved him, or how much he was still breaking my heart every single hour of every single day - made me want to scream.