To him, the news felt like a mad steam train hurtling through a china shop.
Teenage girls, thought Max, were a mystery of evolution not even Copernicus himself could fathom.
Max couldn’t see the resemblance for all the tea in China.
My father says a hunch is your brain’s way of taking a short cut to the truth.
The more you try to hide from the truth, the quicker it finds you.
In small towns news traveled at speed of boredom.