So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?
No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.
Whatever I want,' he says. 'Yes.' 'I'm afraid you haven't been privy to that dream yet.
Carrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst.
He moves like a dancer.
Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.