Bella: Jacob, you are absolutely, without a doubt, the most talented
and wonderful person i know. You get ten years for this one.
Jacob: Cool! I’m middle-aged now!
I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I wasn’t the only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any standard.
The only guess I have is that maybe your mind doesn’t work the same way the rest of theirs do. Like your thoughts are on the AM frequency and I’m only getting FM.