Beth quickly signs to her and points at Cassie. Summer laughs. I haven't heard her laugh before. It's an interesting laugh, somewhere between a gurgle and a chortle. A churgle? A gortle? I'm reminded of when she was with her friends at the cafe and the strange noises they made.

The announcement in the newspaper was a confirmation of my suspicions.

In Warrington’s very uncouthness there was a refinement, which the other’s finery lacked.

Orthodoxy is my doxy; heterodoxy is another man's doxy.