Why Can't Parents Dance? Is It Some

You Never Know How Things Are Going To Turn Out, However Much You Plan. But You Already Know That.

I Can't Cook. I Don't Have The Right Brain For It, Somehow. I Can't Walk Into A Room And Tidy It Up. I Get Distracted. I Pick Up One Thing And I Start Looking At It. And My Cooking Is Truly Heinous.

Hi." "hi." I Shrug, As Though To Say "whatever." In My Peripheral Vision I Can See Magnus Exhale. He Looks A Teeny Bit Nervous. "so." "so." I Can Play This Game Too. "poppy." "poppy. I Mean, Magnus." I Scowl. He Caught Me Out.

You Panicked". Venetia's Voice Is Suddenly Throbbing, As Though She Can't Control A Long-buried Anger. "you Panicked, Luke, And We Lost The Best Relationship That We Had. Everyone Was Jealous Of Us At Cambridge, Everyone. We Were Perfect Together." We Weren't Perfect!" He Looks At Her Incredulously. "and I Didn't Panic---" You Did! You Couldn't Cope With The Commitment! It Frightened You!" It Did Not Frighten Me!" Luke Shouts, Exasperated. "it Made Me Realize You Weren't The Person I Wanted To Have Children With. Or Spend The Rest Of My Life With. Ever. And That's Why I Ended It!

This Is A Test, Isn't It? It's Like Choosing Out Of Three Caskets In A Fairy Tale. Everyone Knows The Rules. You Never Choose The Gold Shiny One. Or Even The Quite Impressive Silver One. What You're Supposed To Do Is Choose The Dull Little Lead One, And Then There's A Flash Of Light And It Turns Into A Mountain Of Jewels