EPILOGUE
Ed. Note: (i.e., the very, very end)

CLAUDIA

There are definitely a lot of very important lessons to be learned from The War.

But I can’t think of what they are right now, and I have to go meet Sophie and Carmen at Starbucks in ten minutes to strategize the best way to handle the Jens situation.

So I will try to sum up quickly:

If you absolutely have to get involved in a war, try not to let it be with your twin brother. Because even if you win, you will feel totally gross—and when it’s all over, you’ll realize that even though he can be a complete idiot and has terrible taste in friends, deep down he’s a good person who probably cares about you. And maybe you should try to look out for him, too.

Fortunately, except for my police record (and Sophie thinks there might not even BE a police record, because Mrs. Bevan was probably bluffing, like when Mr. Greenwald tells us he’s going to email our parents for talking in science class but then never does), nothing permanently bad happened as a result of this particular War.

Now that Reese and I have made peace, it’s almost like it never even happened.

Almost.

MOM AND DAD (text messages)

(MOM) My winter coat smells like a dead fish

(DAD) Mine too

 

 

 

 

 

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