“At the front door I see Tommy, a dark, unhappy shape in the middle of the sunny afternoon. We match, I think. But we don’t go together.” — Amanda Maciel Copy Share Image
“I’m not alone, I think. Carmichael’s height, his black T-shirt, black jeans, and dark hair feel like a protective wall beside me. But I… — Amanda Maciel Copy Share Image
“At the front door I see Tommy, a dark, unhappy shape in the middle of the sunny afternoon. We match, I think. But we… — Amanda Maciel Copy Share Image
“You're weird,' he says. Despite everythin, I smile. 'You're always saying that, but in fact, you're weird,' I say. 'Yeah, I know. Remember? That's… — Amanda Maciel Copy Share Image
