“I told you that your name was bad luck! Why couldn’t you be named something fun or pleasant, like Autumn or Summer?” I dig deeper. “Like Melody, or Rose, or Harmony?” I dig some more. “Like River or Brooke, or Lily?” I dig deeper, fiercely. “Like Hope or Faith? Or hell, something awesome like Orgasm or Lapdance. Cowgirl or Quickie. Blowjob! Butt Stuff. Anything but friggin’ Avalanche! It’s like you’re cursed. I swear on Santa’s Elves that I’ve never seen an avalanche in my life—and the same day that I meet you, this happens? What the hell!”
