Jack Maxwell Porter has been my best friend since before he came out of the womb.

He calls me creepy whenever I remind him of this. But whatever; that's part of the best-friend-code: I'm allowed to taunt him with stalker(ish) statements, and he's allowed to call me a weirdo.

Does it help that I, too, was in the womb? Right next door, actually. Our moms were best friends, spending almost every ...

Her hair spun like silk,

golden as if touched by everlasting sunlight.

Melodies sing in her laugh,

falling on eager ears.

He is like a bull:

clumsy, irreverent, loud.

But with her, he is worshipful....