He didn't think he belonged here, so she was making him face some uncomfortable facts. People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

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