QUOTE : Can I still call you Oswald? I’m sad now knowing it’s not your real name.” Agitated, I turn to face her, slamming the book closed with a satisfying thud. “Do I look like an Oswald to you?” She squints, sizing me up. “Hmmm, not really, now you mention it. Now that I’m taking a good look at you, you’re more of a Blake. Or a Richard.” “Okay, now you’re fucking with me.” “Me?” She points a finger at her chest. “Noooo.” We both start laughing then, the clear sound of her lighthearted giggle doing bizarre shit to my stomach and heart that I can’t label—weird, fucked up fluttering and shit. Annoying.