“What?” Ryder huffed. “Come on that was funny! That was comic gold right there.”She shrugged, enjoying teasing him. “It was OK. Kind of elementary.”“Elementary? It’s an effing joke.”“Whatever.”His groan could probably be heard for five miles. “Aw this is going to be a looong drive home.”
“Your friends’ parents drive like assholes. Tell them it’s an elementary school parking lot, not downtown fucking Manhattan.”
“What I want is so simple I almost can't say it: elementary kindness.”
“Elementary!”
“What kind of girl reads Wealth of Nations for fun?” She closed the book and looked at the front jacket, then at him. “It’s a shame really. I had nothing else to read. I left all my Barbie comic books at home.”
“What was it with men, that they found elementary logic so difficult?”