“Luna?” I wonder why it’s so hard for him to believe. “Luna,” Donnelly confirms, and now my heart pitter-patters like he’s hugging me. “I asked her dad if I could date her. He said not until it’s safe with my family, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m trying to make it safe to be with her.” “Holy shit,” Tom mutters. “‘O me, the gods,’” Eliot recites a phrase from Shakespeare,
