How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?

When someone needs help, you help. Right?

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 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.

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.