The One-in-a-Million Boy

by Monica Wood

Do you think you could say something other than “life story”? In a less portentous manner? . . . I don’t know. Memories. Shards. Little—little nothings that add up to—something, I guess. I hope.

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.

guess some things don’t change.” He flashed her a self-deprecating grin. This was how their friendship had progressed, in increments measured in twitches.

Dievas davė dantis, Dievas duos duonos. God gave us teeth, God will give us bread.