“She never acted as if she liked him all that much, but then she never acted as if she liked anyone all that much.”

“She never liked me much, but she sure loved me”

“Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.”

“Well, she's not your daughter,Connie. She hasn't walked all over you like a doormat for a decade.”

“She loved mysteries so much that she became one.”

“She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.”

“And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or does she LIKE me?”