So, what are you doing tonight?" Me?" Janie laughs. "Homework, of course." You want company?" Carrie's looking wistful. Do you have homework to do?" Of course. WEther I do it or not is the real question.

Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around

Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.

Maybe you don't have to remember something for it to be true. For it to exist.

With the notebook resting ominuslously on Janie's bed, Janie procrastinates. Does her homework first. And pours herself a bowl of ceral. Breakfast - one of the five most important meals of the day. Not to be skipped.

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

I highly regret this day in advance.