if one of us falls, we all fall
He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.
Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.
We can save the world," I say, trying to smile. "You and me.
So we forgive each other?" The crooked smile climbs up one more time. "Again?" And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say. "Always," I say to him. "Every time.
There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere in between.