A Man Says A Lot Of Things

That’s A Pretty Lame Superhero Name,” I Told Him. “scooby-doo Is Already Taken,” He Said With Dignity. “anything Else Sounds Lame In Comparison.

He Didn't Say Anything More, Just Waited For Me To Tell Him What I'd Been Thinking. It Was Pure Speculation, And I Was Opening Myself Up To Ridicule By Saying Anything At All. I Sat On The Stool And Realized That I Had My Loyalties, Too.

Stefan: "indian With A Dot, Not A Feather.

Are We Going To Portland?" I Asked. "or Multnomah Falls?" He Smiled At Me. "go To Sleep." I Waited Three Seconds. "are We There Yet?" His Smile Widened, And The Last Of The Usual Tension Melted From His Face. For A Smile Like That, I'd...do Anything.

Don't Make Light Of Any Man's Pain.