I tired the back door -- unlocked. Truley the Man Upstairs was smiling down on me.

Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.

sensitive," I tried. Sam translated, "squishy." "creative." "Dangerously Emo." "thoughtful." Feng shui.

I think-I need to ask an embarrassing question. Do you think I could borrow a pair of scrubs? I-uh-my pants-" "Oh!" Cried the poor nurse. "Yes. Absolutely. I'll be right back." [...] "Thanks," I mumbled. "I'll just change here. He's not looking at anything at the moment." I gestured toward Sam, who was looking convincingly sedated. The nurse vanished through the curtains. Sam eye's flashed open again, distinctly amused. He whispered, "Did you just tell that man you went potty on yourself?" "You.Shut.UP." I hissed back furiously.

I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.

the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

I loved you so much right then Sam Roth.