The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.

You're dying with the way things are," Della Lee said harshly, causing Josey to lower the handful of popcorn she was about to put in her mouth. "You're going to lose yourself in this, Josey. It's going to happen if you don't change. I know. I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.

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

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.

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

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.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.