I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.

And that's where our conversation went from there, than God, both of us laughing our butts off at the thought of a hoops game between two teams on intravenous fluids. Which makes absolutely no sense at all; I know that. But that's why it cheered me up, because it was so absolutely stupid. It cheered me up more than I'd ever thought I'd be cheered up again.

But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.

Why was it that jam always coated me so?

It kind of struck me how great it would be to go out with a guy that size. And if you, you know, got tired of dating him, you could always use him as a house or something.

Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . . " "What is?" "You know. Being liked." I started to cry. I couldn't help it.

That which is priceless has no cost.