I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.

Cause everbody care. Black, white, deep down we all do.

I don't know what to say to her. All I know is, I ain't saying it. And I know she ain't saying what she want a say either and it's a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation

I'd cry, if only I had the time to do it.

Stuart stands and says, 'Come here,' and he's on my side of the room in one stride and he claps my hands to his hips and kisses my mouth like I am the drink he's been dying for all day and I've heard girls say it's like melting, that feeling. But I think it's like rising, growing even taller and seeing sights over a hedge, colors you've never seen before.

It's already 95 degrees outside. Mississippi got the most unorganized weather in the nation.

Here's to new beginnings," Stuart says and raises his bourbon. I nod, sort of wanting to tell him that all beginnings are new.