Prayers are answered in one of four ways,โ she said. โYes. No. I have something else in mind. And . . .โ She paused long enough for my impatience to show. โAnd whatโs the fourth answer?โ โWait,โ she said.
Megan McCaffertyDid you know that the average American spends six months of his or her life waiting for red lights to turn green? Six months wasted, waiting for permission to move on. Think of all the other stuff you could do with that time.โ I was totally confused. โIn the car?โ โIn your life,โ he said.
Megan McCaffertyMarcus Flutie slept with just about every girl on the Eastern Seaboard except me. Though, he tried to get into my panties when I was a freshman but turned him down because I refuse to disempower myself just for a few clit twitches.
Megan McCaffertyI thought Marcus was going to be in my life forever. Then I thought I was wrong. Now heโs back. But this time I know whatโs certain: Marcus will be gone again, and back again and again and again because nothing is permanent. Especially people. Strangers become friends. Friends become lovers. Lovers become strangers. Strangers become friends once more, and over and over. Tomorrow, next week, fifty years from now, I know Iโll get another one-word postcard from Marcus, because this one doesnโt have a period signifying the end of the sentence. Or the end of anything at all.
Megan McCafferty