“Jem’s not quite thirteen… no, he’s already thirteen—I can’t remember. Anyway, it’ll come before county court.”
“I've had quite enough danger for a while I think. I might have some more when I'm thirteen, but definitely not before then...”
“I have dozens of loyal fans! Baker's dozens! …they come in thirteens.”
“Mr. Freeman sighs. "No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!”
“How tall are you, Constantine?” I asked, unable to hide my tears.Constantine narrowed her eyes at me. “How tall is you?”“Five-eleven,” I cried. “I’m already taller than the boys’ basketball coach.”“Well, I’m five-thirteen, so quit feeling sorry for yourself.”
“Not an insult sweetie. That was a thirteen word kiss. ”