There's a tap on the door then. We all exchange looks, Tommy Falk's as uncertain as the rest of ours. No one moves, so I finally wipe my hands off on my pants, go to the door, and open it a crack. Sean stands on the other side, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a loaf of bread. I wasn't prepared for it to be Sean, so my stomach does a neat little trick that feels like either hunger or escaping.

But by blood, no wolf am I

They bit you. You should've changed, too, you know." "Sometimes I wish I had," I told him. He closed his eyes, miles away on the other side of the bed. "Sometimes I do, too.

He didn't like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.

There's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader.

Mom, you're the one who said to never stop in case I get raped or picked up by a democrat.

I didn't know," I start truthfully, "that it was the hard way when I started on it.