“Have you known Luke long?” she asked as Elliot spun her and the sparks from the fire flew upward. “Two years.” “That must be amazing,” said the girl. “Every day a gift,” said Elliot. “He’s so brave and strong. And so good and kind.” “Also his hair,” Elliot commented. “Very shiny.” The girl glared. “Are you making fun of me?” “Can you blame me?” said Elliot. Apparently she could: she pulled her hand away and stomped off to her friends.
