You're asking for trouble, Hannagan," he growls. "And you would be....?" Janie asks. She giggles. "Trouble.
They have an unusual relationship. And when things are good, it's magic.
No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.
Maybe you don't have to remember something for it to be true. For it to exist.
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.
If you don't want me to see, I guess, don't sleep in the same room as me." He looks at her with a sly smile. "But I'm known for sleeping in school. It's my shtick.