People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.

How would you feel about sharing your bed?" she asked. Tristan blinked. "Excuse me?" "He'd love to!" Gary said. Tristan shot him a look, "Good," said Ivy, failing to notice Gary's wink. "Ella can be a pillow hog, but all you have to do is roll over her.

The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him.

Good dog! Nice fetch!" "He wasn't fetching." "Bring her here, boy. Good job!" The dog looked from Zack to me. "I've been training him," Zack said. "Up till now he's brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he's finally getting the hang of it.

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

I think I’m dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.

People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.