He didn't seem to realize that three excuses was as good as no excuse.

Carmen sat up when she heard a familiar trill from her computer. It was an instant message from Bee. Beezy3: Packing. Do you have my purple sock with the heart on the ankle? Carmabelle: No. Like I'd wear your socks. Carmen looked from her computer screen down to her feet. To her dismay, her socks were two faintly different shades of purple. She rotated her foot to get a view of her anklebone. Carmabelle: Ahem. Might possibly have sock.

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

One must have a good memory to keep the promises one has made.

Some things have to be believed to be seen. -Ralph Hodgson

We aren't in high school. We aren't really in our families and we aren't in our houses. Those are the places we grew up and the times we spent together, but they aren't us. If think they are, then we're lost, because times end and places are lost. We aren't any place or any time . . . We are everywhere.

She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.