Whatever it means to be a friend, taking a black eye for someone has to be in it.

(The raindrops) played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow.

The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.

OKAY. So I was going to the library every Saturday. So what? So what? It's not like I was reading books or anything.

It means, Doug Swieteck, that in this class, you are not your brother.

The world turns and the world spins, the tide runs in and the tide runs out, and there is nothing in the world more beautiful and more wonderful in all its evolved forms than two souls who look at each other straight on. And there is nothing more woeful and soul-saddening than when they are parted...everyting in the world rejoices in the touch, and everything in the world laments in the losing.

I know. That sounds like a lie. But Presbyterians know that every so often a lie isn't all that bad, and I figured that this was about the best place it could happen.