Out of the Easy

by Ruta Sepetys

She only got three toes and sweats like a dog crappin’ peach seeds.

Riding with Jesse felt like letting a scream out of a bottle, and I didn’t want it to end.

we got from face to face and place to place. But a thick, jellied haze draped about the day and distorted it into some kind of disturbing, slow-motion movie.

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

I love you the more in that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

“Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit,