“ The afternoon my parents died, I was out shoplifting with Irene Klauson. ”
It felt really good to do something that made no sense at all.
~ Emily M. Danforth
In that moment I was as jealous of her getting to leave Montana as I'd ever been of anything or anyone in my life.
But there was a fire waiting. And there was a little meal laid out on a blanket. And there was a whole world beyond that shoreline, beyond the forest, beyond the knuckle mountains, beyond, beyond, beyond, not beneath the surface at all, but beyond and waiting.
I was doing my little stand up shtick, the one I did for pretty girls, so they'd like me quickly and wouldn't try too hard to actually get to know me beyond my role as wisecracking Cameron, the orphan. Maybe it was a little like flirting, but also a kind of protection: Don't get too close; I'm just jokes with substance.
