Avery worries about her, too, so Lissa's in good hands. Avery's pretty amazing. " I gave him a scathing look. "Amazing? Do you like her or something?" I hadn't forgotten Avery's comment about leaving the door unlocked for him. "Of course I like her. She's a great person. " "No, I mean like. Not like. " "Oh, I see," he said, rolling his eyes. "We're dealing with elementary school definitions of 'like'.
In a church, I am a saint. In a public place, I am a lady. In my own home, I am a devil. . . . My house is where I can do as I please, scream and yell and dance and fall on the floor if I like. I am myself when I am in my home.