Janie calls Cabel. "Hi, uh, Mom," she says. Cabel snorts. "Hello, dear. Did you make it through the blizzard?" "Yeah. Barely." Janie grins into the phone.

If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don't hide behind those little girl slaps.

The thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife

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.

Oh baby," he whispers. Steps back. Out of the doorway. His face ashen. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. Leans over the counter. Puts his head in his hands. His hair falls over his fingers. The bathroom door clicks shut. She stays there for a long time. He's pulling his hair out.

Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.

With practice, you will master your own dreams.