“Joe!' he called. 'Hey, honey, can you get the pretty girl a Coke?''Only if you stop calling me *honey*,' the bartender, a bearded man in his thirties, replied. 'We've had this discussion before, Harrison.''Aw, Joe. It's so cute that you think I listen.”

“Hey there, Lissa Daniels," he said. He raised his Coke. "Would you like to say hello to your distant cousin, Jack?”

“I'm serious. They'll call me a pussy.""And if you help them, I'll call you a dick. So no matter what you do, you're going to be some form of genitalia.”

“How would you know?" I demanded, splashing water in Harrison's face. "You were watching him, too.""Too!" he cried. "I got you! Ha. You just admitted you were watching him. You love him. You so love him.”

“Hey Kid--so proud of you. so is emily. we wish we could be there, but here's a fat check to make up for it but dont go spending it all out on booze. call you soon.Love, the best big brother ever and Emily and Marie, too."I smiled. It was a mark of how much I loved my big brother that I found his lack of punctuation and proper grammar endearing.”

“Are you guys getting to know each other pretty well? I'm sure it's a little bit awkward at first.''Yeah,' I said. 'I'd say we're getting to know each other *really* well. Wouldn't you, Nathan?'He kicked me under the table and mouthed, *Not funny*.”

“I think about you much more than any self-respecting man would like to admit, and I'm insanely jealous of Tucker - something I never thought I'd say. Moving on after you is impossible. No other girl can keep me on my toes the way you can. No one else makes me WANT to embarrass myself by writing sappy letters like this one.Only you.”