"We were really poor when I was growing up," Jamie told him, sighing. "Dad raised me largely by himself, sometimes he worked two or three jobs. My grandparents babysat me a lot, but that was so he could go to work. And he didn't make very much, so we were on welfare and food stamps and heating assistance, basically anything we could qualify for. We got to know the people at the food banks really well. So when someone says they haven't eaten, my first instinct is to see if there's something in my bag that they can have. Or make something. Everyone in this house is like that. We'll feed you til you can't move, and we'll send you home with leftovers. And we all have our traumas and our nightmares, so if you need to get up and make tea at 3 a.m., no one says boo."
"This house is the best house," Roxanna said quietly. "We all came from different places, and we all had shit we were carrying. And we look out for each other. And so do you, because you have one of the kindest hearts I've ever known. That's why you're my best friend."