The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.