You know where to find me - Rachel Cohn

I preferred books to people. Laura was my exception. We had out own secret language, nonsense words to communicate when adults were present. Me-oh-my-oh-milo, eh foo manchu mysteryahoyatolah, in the car ride back from gymnastics class, could translate as, " Miles, since I'm allowed to check out more then two books a week from the library, I snuck some Nancy Drews into the tree house for you." Aiieeee, hersheyhialeaLauraho spaghetti-o-sautus was easily understood as "I swiped some chocolate bars for us from 7-Eleven, Laura. Meet you up there after dinner."