"I think she's angry."
Her eyes rode up to mine. "What's she angry at? The boy?"
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe the boy. Maybe something else. Maybe she's just having growing pains."
"Growing pains? What's that?"
"It's when a little kid is becoming a big kid. Sometimes it hurts."
"Will I have growing pains?"
"Maybe just a teeny one."
"Am I going to beat up a boy?"
I lifted her down to the sidewalk. We headed for home. "I certainly hope not," I said.
—Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl, p. -1