Heather Galloway személy

“So, are you ever going to explain why you’re not going back to St. Joseph’s next year?”
“Oh, you know Catholic schools. The gangs, the drugs, the violence.”

“I didn’t say any of this accidentally. Give me a break. I’ve lived for long enough to be very careful about what I say and who I say it to. I do know when to shut up.”

The past days had been peaceful and calm and happy, working in silence, listening to Heather’s CD collection, and talking about safe topics. School. Movies, until she got exasperated with the way I always answered “Haven’t seen it” when she mentioned one, and asked me if I lived under a rock.