She couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. In her hands was a sign that said RED-HEADS RULE! with a little crown painted in the corner and tiny stars everywhere. I knew I was the only redhead in the competition, and I noticed that her hair and mine were very nearly the same shade.

I only really ever hug my mother. Is this okay?” he asked. I laughed. “It’s hard to get a hug wrong.

Marlee, what are you doing? Get under a tent before you burn your skin." She gave me a polite smile. "I'm happy here." "No, really," I said, putting a hand around her arm. "You'll look like my hair.

If this were a simpler matter, I'd have eliminated everyone else by now.

Sometimes I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.

I should have proposed that night in your room." "I should have let you.

He reached up and tugged his ear. And I did the same.