"After work on Friday, Jasper picked me up from the bakery and took me home. We sat on his couch in the bare, midday light and read the New Yorker. I like the way he looks at me, he likes the way I read poetry." December 16, 2018. Katie's journal "She's got this killer look, she turns those bright greens on me and I might as well be staring back at the sun. Sometimes I don't meet her eyes but other times I go for it, and get blinded, and always glad I did." December 11, 2018, Jasper's journal