We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

“In fact, all three are so readily respectful and nice to my mother that I feel …”

“Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.”

“I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.”

“But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to…”