Those sentence were all palindromes—the same backward as forward. Jameson. Freaking. Hawthorne. I of all people should have seen it. I looked up, certain that somewhere in the crowd, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne was watching. And there he was, lifting some kind of cylindrical pastry to his mouth, a very self-satisfied grin on his face. The moment Jameson’s eyes met mine across the crowd, he knew. Just from looking at me, he knew that I’d cracked it. Jameson raised his pastry in salute.
okay I kind of love Jameson and Avery now
