The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.

I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.

I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.

When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?

Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?

You end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.

So why did I think about her every second? Why was I so much happier the minute I saw her? I felt like maybe I knew the answer, but how could I be sure? I didn't know, and I didn't have any way to find out. Guys don't talk about stuff like that. We just lie under the pile of bricks.