Kindle Notes & Highlights
The Snipe looks me in the eye. Then looks me in the eye some more. Then, for variety, he looks me in the eye.
“Uh,” I say. If that’s his explanation for all this, I’m going to return it for a new one.
I let anger and excitement and being a dinosaur take the wheel, and I charge.
I smile. I always smile when people are being perfectly themselves.
the story doesn’t end here.
