"Ive got some questions for you. Was this story written about me?"
I shrugged.
"Yes or no?"
I shrugged again, finally earning a little scowl, which somehow made the girl even more pretty. It brought a bloom to her pale cheeks and made sharp shelves of her cheekbones.
"It's very rude nor to answer simple questions," she said.
I gestured for my journal, but she still wouldn't give it to me. So I took out my pen and wrote I can't on my palm.
Then, in tiny letters just below it, I finished the thought: Now don't you feel like a jerk?
Parker Santé hasn't spoken a word in five years. While his classmates plan for bright futures, he drifts along, hanging out in hotels, watching the guests. But when he meets a silver-haired girl named Zelda Toth, a girl who claims to be quite a bit older than she looks, he'll discover there might be a few things left worth living for.
From the celebrated author of We All Looked Up comes a unique story of first and last loves.
