• Whatever her name was, she was pretty. She had a thick, careless braid of chestnut hair, a quick smile, and dark, merry eyes. She wore some kind of a fuzzy lavender pullover, and when she crossed her legs and lifted her guitar onto her lap, she had an interesting way of tucking the foot of the bottom leg back under her chair that made Hector feel melty. He looked away in self-preservation

    Lynne Rae Perkins
  • Lenny’s face was smiling, too. For a minute they were both ten years old. Time travel in real life

    Lynne Rae Perkins
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