Sarah Hogle

He appraises it sadly, but I give the tie a light tug and say, “We’ll get you a new one. How to Train Your Dragon 2: the sequel tie.”

throws the other one in the garbage. Leon arches a brow.

He’s also got the not

What are you doing home?”

You came home because I missed you?”

If I make this shot

You have to marry me. Not someday, and not maybe. We do this now.”

I swing my arm back and am about to let it go when Nicholas catches my wrist. He plucks the invitation from my fingers, slips down off the car, and walks over to the dumpster. He very deliberately drops it inside.

It’s sexist to assume I wouldn’t know how to fix leaky hoses and sanding belts and whatever else makes a car go vroom.

Voldemort and Harry Potter’s quandary pops into my head: Neither can live while the other survives