“I can't figure you out," I say. His expression doesn't change at all, but his voice has a tinge of amusement to it when he says, "I didn't think you wanted to." "That's because I thought I had you figured out. But I already told you I was wrong. You're layered" "Layered?" he repeats. "Like an onion or a cake?" Definitely an onion. Your layers are the kind a person has to peel back." Is that what you're trying to do?" I shrug. "I have nothing else to do. Maybe I'll spend the summer peeling back all your layers until you finally answer a question.”
Book:Heart Bones
