the spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness. a

“Nothing really good will ever happen to me if I stay in Gutshot; and maybe that…”

“I'm full of shit. I’m never myself. I've got a Southern accent around the oldst…”

“Sometimes I don't get you," I said.She didn't even glance at me. She just smile…”

“Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always”