"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?"
If the lamplight of connected souls points toward your heart
Can you hear a resonance stronger than words now?