Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

I don't know how to be a friend. I don't know how to be anything.

If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell.

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.

So are you moving on now? Is that what brought you to the grand metropolis of Valladolid?” “No. The wind just blew me here.” “What? Like a plastic bag?” “I prefer to think of myself as a ship. Like a sailboat.

And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and it’s my voice this time and it’s asking a question: How does she know?