“I noticed that the defense team had lowered Casey’s adjustable chair more than was normal for a person of Casey’s height. Only her head and shoulders were visible above the table. I was sure it was deliberately staged to make her appear smaller and meeker than she was. But wouldn’t the jury see through those ploys? How smart do you have to be to know you are being played?”

“Come on. Let’s go inside before you can be more of a twatwaffle tonight.”He burst out laughing. “What did you just call me?”“It’s one of Casey’s words.”“Hmm, let me guess. It’s probably one of Casey’s words for me?”She nodded as she unlocked the front door. “Yes, but with some stronger expletives along with it.”“I figured as much.”

“I know. You could never hid anything. Your eyes always gave you away. You had the most wonderful eyes I'd ever seen." She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked discretely at him. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I think I loved you more that summer than I ever loved anyone.”

“Real, she imagined later on, was something else; it had nothing to do with things you could touch. Real was being seen, noticed, acknowledged, and later remembered. Real was people thinking about you when you weren't in the room. If others thought about you, then you must be more than a made-up dream. You need other people to be real, she decided. Otherwise you might just be a speck, an atom, inventing an elaborate story. It seemed like a paradox, but it must be so. She knew other people were real by thinking about them. Her thinking of her parents and her brothers, her school friends, were proof that they were real. They were both outside and in her head. But how could she be sure she was in anyone's head?”

“When I play with my cat, how do I know that she is not playing with me rather than I with her?”

“the first rule of being a team is trusting one another. And if you trust someone, you let her keep her secrets. When she is ready to tell you, she will. You dont have to know everything, Anaka.Why not? Why should I trust Oona if she doesnt trust me? How do I know she's not hiding somthing more dangerous?Oona was worried the rest of you would see her differently, Kiki bristled. Don't prove her right.”