Corky still thought that America was smarter and kinder and more talented and grown-up than any other teenage girl she knew. That’s what it feels like to meet your idol, and that’s what was happening without her knowing it. Corky was idolizing her, the kind of deep, pure adolescent idolizing that knows no boundaries. In the same way she’d idolized her mother for her beauty and Mack for his baseball skills, she was now, as a brand-new teenager, idolizing America for all the things she wanted to be.
