"Wow...it's really nice here," I say, looking around at all the books and paintings. I'd never seen any like those before. "I like this one." It's a painting of a beach scene, pale blues and such. It's a place I'd never seen for myself, and probably won't until I get out of this town.
A girl. He brought a girl here. It's not...like that, is it? I sigh, picking some of my own books off the floor and reshelving them in the section where I kept mine apart from all the other ones in the house. "Tucker? You're going to introduce me to your--friend--aren't you?"
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it
Don't look back till you're free to chase the morning