The son of a former British prime minister, he was too well bred to mention their battered faces. For that, Holmes was grateful, as it meant he had no need to explain. He and the governor simply greeted one another as though the obvious did not exist, and when Holmes introduced Douglas as his aid...
Brian was never late for lunch. Lunch was his reward for everything else he had to do at school. Sometimes he’d name his food after particularly annoying class incidents. Like his french fries would be called “Ms. Danbury’s geography pop quiz,” and his ice-cream sandwich would be called “Ms. Coll...
Juvy said as he tied his shoes, “you’ve got to really mash the lips. Like when you’re twisting an orange on a juicer.” “Sounds painful,” Weston said. “It’s not,” Juvy replied. “Plus, it lets the girl know you’re serious.” “Se...