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“You promise me? You have to promise me, Logan, or else this would be � I don’t think I could ever get over it. A billion lifetimes and I’d still never get over it!�
“As you wish,� Logan whispered. I wished he hadn’t said it. I was definitely going to cry now."

“I guess this is goodbye,� I whispered. “Of course not,� replied Logan, and he looked at me tenderly. “This is just until we see each other again, in another lifetime.�
“And you will be the owner of a little vintage shop, and one day I’ll just wander in and find you there. I’ll be looking to buy an old VHS copy of The Princess Bride."

“He pulled me along like we were bound unwittingly together with an invisible red string, like cousin Audrey and Uncle Adrian.
Like the dragonfly that Mum, as a young girl, tied a piece of thread around to keep it as a pet, I was taken."

“Back in my day,� said Logan, “music had two sides. The first side was the one that contained all the hits, all the popular tracks. Then you had the B-side, which was where the musicians could be creative, even experimental. Life had a nice symmetry, back then."

“Now life is just one continuous, endless loop,� I said. I could have been talking about myself. “Without much order. You can skip things if you’re impatient. Or you can totally disregard order and shuffle things to suit yourself. It’s all so � meaningless.�
The words felt bittersweet on my lips."

Amy, remember that if you get lost in a forest and the ghosts trick you into thinking every direction looks the same � take your undies off, put them over your head and spin around in a circle. Then your path will be clear.�
“Thanks not so much,� I said. Yes. I could scare away the ghosts. Along with every bushwalker and picnicker in sight.

“Mum had one of those looks on her face that sat between composure and falling apart, like the split second before a biscuit soaked in coffee crumbles in half."

“It felt weird without Logan � the little-angel-and-little-devil rolled into one � over my shoulder. I felt so alone."

“Dad is a dick! The grand pooh-bah dictator of all dicks."

You do realise you’re dusting a stuffed owl with a chicken feather duster,� I said as I opened the door gently and slipped in.
“Well, they are both deceased,� said Mum in her defence and she put the duster down.
“It’s weird, that’s all,� I said quietly. “Not a good day?�
Mum held up the price tag around Ollie’s neck for me as I walked over. It now read $140. Yikes � a $41 price jump in one day.
“That bad, huh?