“And you, Tommy” the boy said, lowering his voice. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here and asking me to leave with you. A lot of bloody nerve. The sight of you makes me sick”
“Blasted grave marker. There sure are a bloody lot of them. They've got some nerve burying all these dead people here.”
“Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you.”
“I like your sister. A lot."I look at him dumbly.He looks at me, lowers his voice to say, "I like you.”
“Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.”
“I think you’re making a mistake,” she whispered. “You don’t need to go that party to meet a guy, you’ve got one that’s crazy about you right here,” she said, leaving me alone.”