“Evan and Evelyn Kennedy. How frickin’ awkward does that sound?” “Or how PERFECT does it sound, you mean? You could totally rock Ev ’n Ev Kennedy.” She shakes her head vehemently. “No, no way. Our names are wholly incompatible, as are we. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Don’t give me that look, Dacen!” “You’re so weird.” “And he’s so ugh.” “He doesn’t actually seem so bad, once you get past the goofy stuff.” “Ugh,” she repeats emphatically.
