The One-in-a-Million Boy

by Monica Wood

he suddenly felt like a man in see-through skin. He recoiled from being looked at—looked into—by people who knew him.

When he sauntered into the house and took a brownie without asking, she realized how long it had been since someone paid her the compliment of presumption.

How women cemented alliances over less than nothing impressed him anew.

But certain others, they move in and make themselves at home and start flapping their arms in the story you make of your life. They have a wingspan.

I would say so, yes. I would say that you are a boy with a wingspan.