“No more moving. I'm here. I'm wherever you are.”

“Lola?" Cricket is on his knees at the side of my bed. I feel it. "I'm here," he whispers. "You can talk to me or not talk to me, but I'm here.”

“I'm here to live, and I feel small.”

“That's it," Rashmi says. "I'm outta here. Enjoy your hormones.”

“I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!”

“He's exasperated. "I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!”

“I'm going to be sick. I'm going to vomit that weird eggplant tapenade I had for dinner, and everyone will hear, and no one will invite me to watch the mimes escape from their invisible boxes, or whatever it is people do here in their spare time.”