Tonight It Taco Night" -rachel

Macey Couldn't Decide Whether To Be Intrigued That Hale Was Walking Around With A State-of-the-art Covert Communications Device Or Be Jealous Because She'd Been Caught Without One Of Her Own.

She Looked At Him And Shook Her Head, Smiled A Litle As She Told Him, "you Are So Like Your Father." Then She Looked Past Me And Zach, Past Bex And Abby, To Where Agent Townsend Sttod By The Door With His Arms Crossed. "what Do You Think, Townsend, Darling? Isn't He Just Like You?" She Looked At Zach Again. "i Think He's Just Like You." And Then She Closed Her Eyes And Drifted Off To Sleep.

He Looked As Though I'd Just Run Over His Pet Puppy (though No Actual Puppies Were Harmed In The Formation Of That Metaphor).

It Was Easy To Believe, Between Lessons On Shakespeare And Dickens And Austen, That All Of The Great Stories Had Already Been Written By Dead Europeans. But Every Time I Saw 'the Outsiders', I Knew Better. It Was The First Time I'd Realized That Real People Write Books.

Of Course, The Downside Of Attending A Fictional School Is That Our Lacrosse Team Sucks.