Thank you," I say, pounding his back probably too hard. "That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life." He pats my uninjured cheek with his greasy hand. "I did it to save myself, not you," he says. "Believe me when I say that you did not once cross my mind. " I laugh. "Nor you mine," I say.


Paper Towns (ed. Penguin, 2008) - ISBN: 9781101010938


Thank you, I say, pounding his back probably too hard. That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life. He pats my...

Thank you, I say, pounding his back probably too hard. That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life. He pats my...

Thank you, I say, pounding his back probably too hard. That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life. He pats my...

Thank you, I say, pounding his back probably too hard. That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life. He pats my...