She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.

She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn't going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.

But like everything else, love changed.

Shy” was the sympathetic interpretation she got from older people. “Snotty” was the interpretation she got from people her own age.

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.

But will he come I just want to know what you think the odds are. Tell me what you really think." "I think Tibby was a wise girl. I think she loved you.