But if I'm not going to cry, then I can't open my mouth.
'Mm,' I said.
'No, you don't know, Preppie,' she said. 'You've never fallen off a high building in your life.'
'Yes, I have.' My voice came back. 'I did when I met you.'
She smiled. 'Who cares about Paris?' she said suddenly.
'Paris, music, all that. You think you stole it from me, don't
you? I can see it in your face. Well, I don't care, you stupid
Preppie. Can't you accept that?'