Now, see," Wes said, nodding at my plate, "this is going to blow your mind." I looked at him. "It's a waffle, not the second coming.

Says the girl with no thyme.

I seriously doubt that the Santa police do an underwear check." -Cora

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.

What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

Everyone laughed, and just like that, the conversation shifted, jumping to another topic. It was fast and furious, the talking, the emotions, the back-and-forth and forth-and-back. I realized that if I tried to focus on it too much, I got overwhelmed. So I just decided to relax into it, bumpy and crazy as it might be, and try for once to just go along for the ride.