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Casey Caliari turns eighteen in March, and so far, in his seventeen years, nine months, and eleven days of living, he knows exactly three things to be the absolute truth in the universe:
1. Plugging his nose and breathing through his mouth will instantly pop his ears after swimming practice.
2. His hair is red. Not strawberry blonde, not light, golden brown, red. According to his mother, it is completely owed to her Irish genes – they’re almost definitely the reason for his pale skin, smattering of freckles, soft green eyes, and tendency to sunburn, too. He inherited neither his half-Italian father’s dark hair, nor his tan complexion, nor his brown eyes, nor his lack of weakness to the sunlight.
3. Kindness and politeness are the key to everything good in the universe.So, when his mom calls him to inform Casey that their flight to retrieve him from Barton has been promptly canceled as soon as they booked it, he forces himself to take it in stride, breathing a sigh as he makes his lonely way to where he’s seen all the other “Holdovers” go.