A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .

Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you.

Please feel free to take this personally.

So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent...and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.

Oh, the fun we two have together.