“I hate crying.” I shoved away from him. “I hate feelings.” “Feelings hate you too.” He ruffled my hair like a big brother. “That’s why they’ve ganged up on you.” “I want to punch them all in their touchy-feely faces.” “I know you do.” He tweaked my chin. “You know what will make you feel better?” Like a lady, I sniffed and wiped tears and snot on my shirt. “Punching someone else in the face?” “That’s my girl.” A throat cleared in the vicinity of his pocket. “My second-best girl, that is.”
