« - So, with David? "Tell," Riley asked (...) I swallowed. I was expecting his question. - Oh, we were just together at the game. (...) Silence. - I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other night, you know, when we talked outside your house. - You didn't make me uncomfortable! - That's because ... She looked down on her hands, then opened them by spreading her fingers on her knees. - With David, I'm like a chicken with his chick, you know? I don't want him to suffer. - He told me you were his only friend when he arrived in Jackson. "That's right. Then he met Ellis on the first day (...) Riley looked up at the sky. - That said, David should never have hung out with me. It was my fault that he started going to parties and taking initiatives that made his parents anxious. He would have been less screwed up if he had hung out with Ellis. - You and Ellis are not friends? - Now I do. Thanks to David. Ellis, he's cool (...) Frankly, he's the perfect buddy for David, not me. - I'm not sure. I feel like you're a great friend to him. Oh, what's the day. I nodded. She smiles. - I try to be, in any case, even if it is sometimes a little selfish. That's my neurotic mother hen side. Not just with David, with everyone. I might as well tell you it makes my life a lot more difficult! (...) - Simplicity can be boring too, you know. - Example? - How to say ... In the last two years, I have moved a lot, so I don't have many friends. It's easier, but on the other hand, it's a lot of loneliness. Why had I been so outspoken? Because of the blow I had just taken in the face? "Do you think you're going to be around for a long time?" said Riley with interest. - No idea. (...) - Here it's different: you've made friends. »

« I think this party is stupid, manipulated by the card manufacturers who flood the market with stupid wishes! Harriet told me when, an hour later, completely flat, I sat on the stool of the crate to rest. If you really love someone, you have to show them every day, not just on February 14th, that's all. »

« I felt something get stuck in my throat, cutting my breath. I had to get used to it. This idea that someone is no longer there, you never get used to it. »