No bikinis on a first date.” He nods. “I’m sure that’s a rule. Or should be. For my sisters anyway.
I guess I like things that take time and attention. More worthwhile that way.
This is Sailor Supergirl,” George says. “She knows all about black holes.
Right. Because if you have trouble putting ketchup and mustard on a hot dog, you should totally move on to saving lives.
When I turn back to Jase, he’s again beaming at me. “You’re nice.” He sounds pleased, as if he hadn’t expected this aspect of my personality.
The combined odors of Cass’s subtle aftershave and the disgusting reek of Nic are overpowering. I wonder if Cass will keel over and I’ll have to perform CPR. This speculation should not feel so much like a fantasy.
I remember…watching that separation of sea and sky…and for the first time I realize that none of us are seeing the same thing. That all our horizons end in different places.
Your ma’s dating?” Tim looks shocked. “I thought she pretty much confined herself to a vibrator and the shower nozzle since your dad screwed her over.
I cannot help but wonder if any parents ever actually schedule in adolescent drama on their day planners. Looks like a slow week, Sarah. I guess I can pencil in your eating disorder.
Voldemort the corn snake with the shoe fetish. Wonderful.
God, I wish, for the millionth time, that I could be like her and Nic, so sure of what they have, what they want. That I didn’t always feel jangly, restless, primed to jump off a bridge and let the current carry me away.