There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.

I wanted to be rid of him," he says. He raises my chin with his thumb. "But not if it meant being rid of you. I climbed in beside you, and you put your head in my lap. You can't think I would have left you like that." "Look what it got you," I say. "Tea in bed and you here in front of me," he says. "It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.