“Hi,” Caitlyn said. “Hello.” “I’m Caitlyn.” Mathilde grinned. “The Wild West girl who rode bareback! Yes, I know. The whole school knows! Can you shoot a gun, too?” Caitlyn’s cheeks heated in embarrassment. “Urg,” she gurgled, “no.” — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“You’re American, yes?” Daniela said. “Yes.” “New York?” “Oregon.” “Dónde?” Where? “It’s a state on the West Coast.” “Near Los Angeles?” Brigitte asked. “North… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“I will talk to you again in my office, at nine A.M. tomorrow morning, to give you a more thorough orientation to the school… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“Except Caitlyn. High school dating, drill team, school spirit—it all seemed silly to her. Why did it feel like high school was crushing her… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“It’s a good thing you didn’t get out of the workshop much. The girls of Rome would have been in trouble!” He grinned and… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“Some hopes were better nurtured in private, where the words of others could not harm them, and where disappointment could be borne free of… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“You can't go through life striking out at people who hurt or scare you. All that does is show them that you're weak. It… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” Caitlyn protested. “I’m sure it keeps you out of trouble.” “Thierry told me I was cold. He wasn’t… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“Monsieur Girard grinned at the effect his story had had, and moved on, grunting disparagingly at another student’s efforts. As he approached her, Caitlyn… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“Because some information is better than no information. Life does not give you big, simple answers, Caitlyn. It demands patience, focus, and an open,… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
