It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay.

Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.

Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.

She had a short fuse this morning, because it was a day that ended with y, you see.

What do you mean? Grace Brisbane, you do not mean that you're not going back home again. Tell me that this was just because you were momentarily angry at them for grounding you. Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night. But don't tell me you think it's forever!