Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)

by Rainbow Rowell

Penelope leans one shoulder against the back of the couch and refolds her legs, so she’s facing me. “Shepard . . .” I push up my glasses. “Penelope.” “Did you really go home with a fairy?” “I tried.” “What was her name?” “Fey.” She rolls her eyes. “That wasn’t her real name . . .” “It’s the name she told me.” “Why would a fairy name their kid Fey? That’s like a magician naming their kid Warlock!” “If I ever see her again, I’ll ask her.” Penelope gets another piece of red licorice, and spins it with one hand, watching the end whip around. “So you don’t keep in touch?” “We do not.” “Is there someone else you keep in touch with?” I clear my throat. I’m looking at Penelope. At her messy ponytail. And her excruciating knees. She isn’t looking at me. “Is that you asking if I have a girlfriend?” “Or a boyfriend,” she says quickly. “I usually date girls,” I say. “You usually date magical creatures—” “I don’t have a girlfriend, Penelope.” She looks at the wall. “I should probably add that to the list.”