I could see that she might be the type to attract attention. I liked her hair, fine and bright yellow, like corn. But I’d never been interested in people like that. I’d expected that to change as I’d gotten older, but those much-vaunted pubescent urges just never struck me the same way they seemed to hit other people. I didn’t mind. It meant I could focus on more important priorities, like not dying. That was one of my favorite hobbies.
