, I told myself, watching them walk up to the pavilion. But in spite of that wise warning, I climbed out of the boat. , I told myself. But of course, I followed them. , I scolded myself, even as I tiptoed after them.
Did I never explain to you about love, Reva?' Pa asked. I gave him a look, and he laughed uncomfortably. 'I guess not. Let me put it in a way you'll understand. Love is like stinging nettles. Only they prick from the inside out, starting at your hear...
I understand that you don’t want to marry me,” I said. “I mean, I don’t know why, since I’m simply delightful to be around. But to each his own taste.
