“Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.”
“So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.”
“Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?”--Sadie to Zia”
“I wanted to say that I was sorry, but not for the obvious. I was sorry that I had turned out to be such a big disappointment. Sorry that I couldn’t make things better. Sorry that everything I touched turned to crap. Seeing Mom cry had torn me up. Until finally she said something. “What happened to your hair? Did you do that?” At that moment, I hated Britney Spears.”
“Life is short. It's God's fault. Sorry.”
“Oh my God, is it really the womens'? Sorry...”