Boys everywhere. All seven of them plus their dad, running and laughing and shoving each other around on the front lawn, engaged in what appeared to be a full-contact, tackle version of ultimate Frizbee. They were playing shirts and skins. Shirts and might-fine-lookin' skins.

It was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission?

You can't make people listen to you. People only hear what they want to hear.

Better he learns now that if you mess with people, you might get messed with in return.

Boys are unpredictable. This maybe not be news, but I'm starting to think it's one of the best things about them.

Megan could have kissed him. If there weren't a million obstacles, both physical and psychological, in her way, of course.

So let me get this straight," he said. "After everything that's happened on this campus-the murder, the stalking, the kidnapping-you want to go up into the woods-by yourself, in the middle of the night, based on something a ghost in a dream told you-and dig a hole?" Well when he put it that way.