Girls like Jem don't make friends. What's the point if you can't fit in with any foster family, if you're a stranger in any class, in any company? What's the point of making friends you never look in the eye? Why? You don't answer this question for anyone. You must keep your secret. You are always on the sidelines, always alone. Until the day when a Beetle appears next to you. He is ready to become your friend. But why do you need this? After all, you know: he has two weeks to live...