“I could sleep ‘til eleven tomorrow,” I said, throwing myself across her bed, sprawling on her star-patterned comforter. Mary took a seat at her vanity, and I could see her eyes roll on her blue-painted face.

Throwing stones in glass houses

Makes cracks that can be removed

Taken down and restored

But that does not mean there was no damage to begin with.

It was with a quiet sense of misery, a longing deep in her soul, that she watched the people around her.