Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

by Gabrielle Zevin

There’s some groove in my brain that insists it is a good idea.”

“I love you, Sadie,” Sam said. “I know, Sam. I love you, too.”

“It’s a quick six-hour flight from Los Angeles. Less time than it takes to get from Venice to Echo Park.”

“If you come, I have a Donkey Kong machine in my office. Old friends play free.”