I called Vee. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Good. How are you?" "Good." Silence. "Okay," Vee said in a rush, "I am still totally freaked out. You?" "Totally.

I had to lull Mom and Hank into believing I was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If I exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black LOVE SUCKS tee, my plan would never get off the ground.

I couldn't look at you and breath at the same time.

Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I'm crazy. About you.

You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill.

That's really eco-friendly of you," Vee told Marcie. "Recycling Nora's old trash.

Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.