“You sprinkled glitter all over my seat,” he pointed out. She studied the blue sparkles all over his passenger seat, but didn’t feel too bad about it. “Someday, long after I’m gone, you’re going to find some random speck of blue glitter in your truck, and it’s going to remind you of that one time you spent a couple of days with a quirky little basket case from Kansas City.” “Probably I’ll be annoyed that I cleaned the truck eighty-seven times and there are still girl sprinkles in there.”
