Tacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
BECCA FITZPATRICKTacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
BECCA FITZPATRICKAnd you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
BECCA FITZPATRICKShe likes you, she just doesn’t understand you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe truth is, normal might take years. Normal might never happen. But its definitely not going to happen if i lounge around here watching soaps and avoiding life. Im going to school today, end of story.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat good is a body if i can’t have you?
BECCA FITZPATRICKI saw you, and i wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKA girl could lather up in soap like that.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI called vee. “how are you doing?” i asked. “good. How are you?” “good.” silence. “okay,” vee said in a rush, “i am still totally freaked out. You?” “totally.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe more time i spent with him, the more i knew the feelings weren’t going away.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
BECCA FITZPATRICKPatch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re a psychopath.” “i prefer creative.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHow warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou want a blood relative to lead your army? Get marcie. She likes ordering people around. She’ll be a natural.
BECCA FITZPATRICK