She's a perfectionist in a lot of ways. With her, you don't have to say things twice. She hears it, and you don't have to revisit it. She's such a responsible young lady.

Oh, there's no telling where she's been and the adventures that she's had. She's simply not talking.

She practically ran all the finances for my volleyball camps. She's so meticulous. ... She can't come into my office without straightening things up.

For a volleyball player, that's pretty good.

Landmines distinguish themselves because once they have been sown, once the soldier walks away from the weapon, the landmine cannot tell the difference between a soldier or a civilian - a woman, a child, a grandmother going out to collect firewood to make the family meal.

Are you mad?" I ask.
"I was." He glances at the ceiling then back at me. "Or confused, anyway. The whole thing threw me through for a loop. I thought I'd finally met a guy at Underwood I could relate to, and it turns out he wasn't a guy at all."
I swallow. "I can see how that would be weird."
"In a way though, I was relieved."
"Relieved?" I echo. "Why?"
He looks around embarrased. "Let's just say you had me questioning my sexual orientation.