There´s my date, I said. "Fashionably late." Nora (p. 232)

I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?

This ring belongs to the black hand. He killed your dad.

Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.

She already has a car.” “A Ford. That’s like Toyota’s worst enemy.

I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.

Have you finished your column for tomorrow's headline?" It was Vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carried everywhere. "I'm thinking of writing mine on the injustice of seating charts. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.