Sublime

“It’s like we have fifty chaperones.”

Like the only part of her head fit for praying.)

Laughing at Eleanor was Dr. King’s mountain.

the backseat was an Erica Jong novel just waiting to happen.

Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

There’s a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me.