Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.

There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

They were absolutely lovely, and in their presence, so was she.

Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.

Not even you can reach me here, Carmen thought.

Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know that. I know he loves me, too. But it's different."

Alice opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first. "He loved me once. But I think that part is over," she said slowly.

"No, it's not. It hasn't even begun." Riley took Alice's bare foot in her hand and squeezed it. "I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first."