Keller handed Thea a few tissues and patted her on the shoulder. It was his one gesture of sympathy.
"It's completely normal to have feelings for someone," he said as she cried. "Believe me, I've been there myself. When I was your age, I was in love with a girl named Mona Duchamps, but she wouldn't give me the time of day. I suppose it was because I was already bald by the time I was 17."
Thea giggled before she could stop herself, and Keller joined in.
"I guess it is kind of funny," he said. "Man, I was such a loser. Just like Charlie Brown."
"What was Mona like?" asked Thea.
"Tall, lean, beautiful," said Keller. "The kind of girl all the guys wanted."
"How did you get over her?"
"I never did," Keller sighed. "Not really, anyway. She broke my heart, and I never loved again. I still live at home with my mother. See? Total Charlie Brown, all grown up."
"An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way." -Charles Bukowski
"And by the way, dearie, your punctuation sucks canal water!" -The ghost of Vivian Vance