Keller’s room. She’s never in this hall at this time of the morning. What a great picture she makes. She’s wearing jeans and a rich brown shirt that buttons up the front. She’s got on these boots that make her look long and leggy; she looks like a model, standing there talking to some other girl ...
I couldn’t have said what my state of mind was by this time. Much like Shaun’s messy room, it was a confusing jumble—of finality, fatalism, and melancholy hope. The only thing I knew I could count on: Lane would notice me. She’d even be glad to see me. On her front porch, I pressed the doorbell. ...
He didn’t want to be a passenger; he was used to being behind the wheel—used to watching the road, keeping track of the maps, checking signs, making decisions. So they took Cole’s Accord. Gordon hadn’t said a word the whole way to the park-and-ride. Once they were on the road, he politely answere...
When he’s done, he tosses the can and walks back toward the stairs. As he heads up, he sees that Mom’s working in her office—or rather, she’s staring thoughtfully at the computer screen. That’s what she calls working, these days. When he gets back to his room, he finds that the bed has been moved...