I Wasn't Certain Of Anything Anymore, Except

One Day When I Was Fourteen, I Told Charlie That I Hated Mother. “don’t Hate Her, Jo,” He Told Me. “feel Sorry For Her. She’s Not Near As Smart As You. She Wasn’t Born With Your Compass, So She Wanders Around, Bumping Into All Sorts Of Walls. That’s Sad.” I Understood What He Meant, And It Made Me See Mother Differently. But Wasn’t There Some Sort Of Rule That Said Parents Had To Be Smarter Than Their Kids? It Didn’t Seem Fair.

Andrius, I'm...scared." He Stopped And Turned To Me. "no. Don't Be Scared. Don't Give Them Anything Lina, Not Even Your Fear.

Good Men Are Often More Practical Than Pretty " Said Mother. "andrius Just Happens To Be Both.

He Threw His Burning Cigarette Onto Our Clean Living Room Floor And Ground It Into The Wood With His Boot. We Were About To Become Cigarettes.

Tragedy Was A Big Social Event, And Everyone Wanted In On It.