I could tell they were pretending not to know, they were keeping a secret. Why? What?
There was nothing to think about that wasn’t exciting! I might as well give up.
Lewis is sort of a bossy-knowy, and Gary’s sort of show-me-prove-it. When the three of us are all together playing something I probably only mostly watch, you know, to see who’s going to win.
I think it’s possible to be so clever you’re really not clever at all.
I thought I was supposed to be playing.
I think I heard my mother swear.
Why did we decide—both of us—to arrive in New York City in suits and ties?
How’s that for luck?
“How did you get in there?”
The rich are different.
I sat there and got busy with my cookie. Nobody was going to explain to me, and I was worn out with today’s guessing games.
Clothes “make the man” in unexpected ways.
Maybe I could start over if I changed my name?
You can see why telling my mother wasn’t a good idea.
What was I thinking?
Vacation. It wasn’t like it used to be.