Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty.

Oh my God. What in—” I was going to be killed by two generations of beautiful women. While naked. “Mom,” Isabel snapped, interrupting. “Do you mind not staring? It’s totally perv.

Joseph Beringer...dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts. 'I don't even wear skirts,' I snap at him. 'Especially,' he says, 'in my daydreams.

you're like a siren, leading me into dangerous places

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

Nothing had changed. Nothing.

I sense that his drowning but I don't have any idea of how to start to put my hand into the water and save him.