For Every Bad Thing In Life, There

You Did Good Roza. Very Good. Now Sleep.

Surely I Must Be A Princess In An Enchanted Sleep. Any Day Now, This Dream-no, Nightmare Would End, And I’d Get My Prince And Happy Ending.

Escape Plan Number Seventeen," I Told Her. "run Away And Open A Juice Stand In Fresno." "why Fresno?" "sounds Like The Kind Of Place People Drink A Lot Of Juice.

Who Else Is Going?" I Asked. He Shrugged. "just You And Me." My Mood Promptly Shot Up Past 'cheerful' And Went Straight To 'estatic.' Me And Dimitri. Alone. In A Car. This Might Very Well Be Worth A Surprise Test. "how Far Is It?" Silently, I Begged For It To Be A Really Long Drive. Like, One That Would Take A Week. And Would Involve Us Staying Overnight In Luxury Hotels. Maybe We'd Get Stranded In A Snowbank, And Only Body Heat Would Keep Us Alive. "five Hours" "oh." A Bit Less Than I'd Hoped For. Still, Five Hours Was Better Than Nothing. It Didn't Rule Out The Snowbank Possibility, Either.

Most Good Things Come With The Risk Of Something Bad.