Eden smiles, almost laughs. "Well, he may be right," she says. "I find that's true for most people. Especially me. I mean, I meet people all day at the bookstore, but I don't make too many friends." It's her own fault, she thinks, really. When she could go out and solidify the friendships she's made, she's home reading or at a meeting or working, or else she's just feeling too introverted to bother. Or maybe it's just that every friend she makes seems to an end date. Nearly all of them go poof eventually, like a damn carriage made out of a pumpkin.