Of course, she wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s funny, but I never pictured her as stubborn, and yet it was just another thing that endeared me to her. Even funnier than that was the fact that, for some very odd reason, I was picturing a couple in high school, the guy liking the girl, but the girl hating the guy. And I couldn’t remember for the life of me where the thoughts came from. So I told June. Of course, she laughed. “That is so amazing!” she squealed as she then picked up a book, saying that she had been reading to me while I was in my state of frozenness. Bug-eyed, I said, “You mean I remember what you read to me while I was a zombie?” She smirked and cocked her head, and I could tell by her expression that something sassy was about to come out of her mouth. I was right. “You know, Tucker, even zombies have brains.
