He didn’t care if I hated him, only that I did as I was told.

College towns [are] all the same in that way; same burger, different wrapper.

He’d seen a lot of bizarre items left at gravesides, like a carton of eggs, a pair of reading glasses, a bag of licorice, smooth stones, a spoon.

Compared to her, Sam ran like a girl and told himself as much.

Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow…

It sounded like the usual—seduce and ruin, my area of expertise, also my area of boredom.

Dear God, he prayed irreverently, was her blouse even legal?