15. Scrambled Eggs at Midnight

My love for this book cannot be put into words. Suffice it to say that these two authors write perfectly together and that this book is about the mixture of Jesus fat camp and a Renaissance Faire. Also lots of quotable quotes. Loved it.

Look-ee-loo

[Context: There is a flood. Cal (the narrator), has just seen many objects floating past her second-story window.]

"Not much we can do, I guess," [Abe] says, running a hand across his bare head. "The wall seems to be keeping the water out of here. At least for now." Someone shouts into a bullhorn, but it's too far away to hear the words. "Want to go look-ee-loo with me?"

"Want to what?" I ask, staring at him.

"You know, what to go up the street and stand around and say things like 'So, what's the situation?' and 'What are y'all doin'?'"

"Well, yeah," I say. "I'm sure they love that."

Fireworks

"I watched as he bent over the last one, my firework, and I fought the urge to tell him not to, to just leave it. I held my breath as he touched the glowing ember to the fuse and watched as the flame slowly crawled up the length of it and into the body of the firework. With a flash of light it launched into the sky, whizzing overhead in front of the moon and out over the lake. I heard the pop of the containment tube bursting from the pressure of the flame. I watched as one by one fountains of colors burst from the tube, first red, then white, then green, before the tube began to fall back to earth, gaining speed as gravity pulled at it. It disappeared behind the trees, making me lose sight of it, but I swear I felt its impact throughout my body as it hit the ground."

The Moon

"The moon is always falling toward us. It falls, gets caught in its orbit, falls, gets caught, falls, caught, all the time, constantly."

"Sounds like what people do."