Mundies Die Awfully Easily, Don't They?" "isabelle,

You Are The Central Point About Which His World Spins.

Will Sat Where He Was, Gazing At The Silver Bowl In Front Of Him; A White Rose Was Floating In It, And He Seemed Prepared To Stare At It Until It Went Under. In The Kitchen Bridget Was Still Singing One Of Her Awful Sad Songs; The Lyrics Drifted In Through The Door: "twas On An Evening Fair I Went To Take The Air, I Heard A Maid Making Her Moan; Said, 'saw Ye My Father? Or Ye My Mother? Or Saw Ye My Brother John? Or Saw Ye The Lad That I Love Best, And His Name It Is Sweet William?" I May Murder Her, Tessa Thought. Let Her Make A Song About That.

Will Suspected Jem Was In Fact Cleverer Than He Was Himself - But He Lacked Will's Tendency To Assume The Absolute Worst About People And Proceed From There.

Isabelle Was Holding An Umbrella. It Was Clear Plastic, Decorated With Decals Of Colorful Flowers. It Was One Of The Girliest Things Simon Had Ever Seen, And He Didn’t Blame Alec For Ducking Out From Under It And Taking His Chances With The Rain.

Will You Do Me The Honor Of Being My Wife?