Peeling the Onion

Jenny rushes in; stops and turns pale at the sight of my scaffolded neck. This isn't what she expected to see - and for a moment Jenny, sunny, effervescent, ever-optimistic Jenny, stares at me and can't speak. 'They made a mistake - I broke my neck after all.' Jenny begins to cry. And I think that maybe this is what best friends are for, not to be brave for you, but to tell you this is real, and it stinks. Anna is used to being athletic, popular, 'normal'. Now she feels the layers of her familia