chuckblair
Dy: "We are ... two little kids who had to walk home from school by ourselves because our parents forgot to pick us up."
K: "I guess we're both basketcases, then.”
Dy: "No ... we're soulmates. I care what you think. I don't care that you're in an eating disorder group. Kel, if you said that you never wanted to sleep with me again, I could live with that".
--Even before he noticed her, he noticed her boat. A sleek two-footer she had been given for her fifth birthday a few days before. She was sailing it, upside down in a large pool that had formed during a winter rain. The rain, again. In a marina this time. The boats, like the girl, had grown. Beautiful. Inspirational. After the explosion that killed his father, she was the only beauty, the only inspiration, left in his life.--