“I think she just asked if she could touch my mango.”
“She asked...of she could touch my mangoes.”
“So what was that all about?""I think," Jace said, "that she asked if she could touch my mango.""She said that?"Jace shrugged. "Yeah, then she gave me her number.”
“Can I touch your mango?”
“I think my life would be easier, she said,if I could just get my selves to agree on something.”
“Carmel’s a very pretty girl,” she says hopefully. “Thomas seems to think so.” She sighs, then smiles. “Good. He could use a woman’s touch.” “Mom,” I groan. “Gross.” “Not that kind of touch,” she laughs.”