“Don't you remember, Travis? You ruined her sweater."Travis smiled. "I ruin a lot of sweaters.""Gross," I muttered.”

“FRAGMENT, I am a fragment of us. I am a fragment composedof fragments. Mosaic, pastiche, ruin. Everydayconsciousness proposes lightbulb, ropeswing, teapot,David Bowie, your sweater on, your sweater off, tomatillo,all associated. Parts suggesting the wholethey long to be gathered into.”

“I walked out into the living room and Travis smiled, not the reaction I expected at all.“You…are beautiful.”

“Travis took a step, but America pointed her finger at him. "So help me God, Travis! If you try to stop her, I will douse you with gasoline and light you on fire while you sleep!”

“Don't even think about it, Travis. She's like my sister," America warned."Baby," Shepley said, "you just told him no. He's never gonna stop, now.""You're not her type," she hedged. Travis feigned offense. "I'm everyone's type!"I peeked over at him and smiled. "Ah! A smile. I'm not a rotten bastard after all.”

“Travis smiled. “So you wanted to be here with me. I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”