You’re joining us for dinner, I hope?” asked his mom. She was small and brunette and vaguely mousy. “I guess?” I said. “I have to be home by ten. Also I don’t, um, eat meat?” “No problem. We’ll vegetarianize some,”… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Apparently nice Horse would be joining me for dinner instead of his evil twin.” — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
