You ain't common, Daryl wants to say, but he knows what she means. He knows what he means, too, and it's at cross purposes. You're always common, until you're not, and then you never were.

He stays out of her reach if he can help it, dodging her gentle touches. He can't think of how to respond to her tale of rags to riches, except to make one very salient point: "Got puke on your sleeve."