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My dad ien I could see the guilt in his eyes, but he was still angry "Hazel, apologize to your mother"

"Fine, I’m sorry, just please letMo at ot up and went to ustus

Both Mom and Dad tried a few times to knock on the door or whatever, but I just told theure out what I wanted to say, and even then I wasn’t very happy with it Before I’d technically finished, I noticed it was 7:40, which e, so in the end I wore baby blue cotton pajama pants, flip-flops, and Gus’s Butler shirt

I walked out of the rooht past them, but my dad said, "You can’t leave the house without permission"

"Oh, y, okay? I’ll be ho any day now, okay?" That finally shut them up

It took the entire drive to calm down about my parents I pulled up around the back of the church and parked in the seustus’s car The back door to the church was held open by a fist-size rock Inside, I conte the stairs but decided to wait for the ancient creaking elevator

When the elevator doors unscrolled, I was in the Support Group rooed in the sahoulishly thin He was facingfor the elevator doors to open

"Hazel Grace," he said, "you look ravishing"

"I know, right?"

I heard a shuffling in a dark corner of the roo to it "You want to sit?" I asked hiize You’re late"

"You’reI’estured for me to sit I pulled a chair into the center of the circle with him as he spun the chair to face Isaac "I want to attend my funeral," Gus said "By the ill you speak atmy head fall onto his shoulder I reached across his back and hugged both hio

"Awesohost, but just to ht I’d--well, not to put you on the spot, but I just this afternoon thought I could arrange a prefuneral, and I figured since I’ood spirits, there’s no tiet in here?" I asked hiht?" Gus asked

"Um, no," I said

"As well you shouldn’t" Gus s"

"Hey, you’re stealing y," Isaac said "My first bit is about how you were a self-aggrandizing bastard"

I laughed

"Okay, okay," Gus said "At your leisure"

Isaac cleared his throat "Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard But we forgive hiood as his literal one sucked, or because he knew arette than any nonshteen years when he should have gotten ot so you," Isaac continued, "Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person as more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness

"But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without hi made my rhetorical point, I will put my robot eyes on, because I irls’ shirts and stuff Augustus, ustus nodded for a while, his lips pursed, and then gave Isaac a thumbs-up After he’d recovered his coirls’ shirts"

Isaac was still clinging to the lectern He started to cry He pressed his forehead down to the podium and I watched his shoulders shake, and then finally, he said, "Godday"

"Don’t swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus," Gus said

"Goddaain He raised his head and sed "Hazel, can I get a hand here?"

I’d forgotten he couldn’t ot up, placed his hand on my arm, and walked hi Then I walked up to the podium and unfolded the piece of paper on which I’d printed reat star-crossed love of etinto a puddle of tears Gus knew Gus knows I will not tell you our love story, because--like all real love stories--it will die with us, as it should I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have" I started crying "Okay, how not to cry How am I--okay Okay"

I took a few breaths and went back to the page "I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1 There’s 1 and 12 and 112 and an infinite collection of others Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a er than other infinities A writer we used to like taught us that There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of et, and God, I want ot But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity I wouldn’t trade it for the world You gave rateful"