Doing what's right should be easy. It shouldn't be just another big mess like everything else.

Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and it's weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it's trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.

Schooling ain't life." "Ain't it?" she says, her eyebrows raising in mock surprise.

And it feels like, finally.

And if one day,' she said, really crying now, 'you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn't even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to that is was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud.

I want a campfire box.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.