“Perhaps I am not so hard to like, Jane thinks fiercely as she meets Aggie’s eyes. Perhaps I am not so peculiar, so awkward, so difficult. Perhaps he was wrong about all that, too. “Good, eh?” Aggie says. “Yes,” Jane says, and she smiles. To her immense surprise, she’s happy. It’s one of those feelings, happiness. One of the ones you don’t really notice is gone until it comes back.”
