Gale won’t have trouble finding a wife. He’s good-looking, he’s strong enough to handle work in the mines, and he can hunt. You can tell by the way girls whisper about him when he walks by in school that they want him.
Being out in the woods with Gale … sometimes I was actually happy.
“Gale says I never smile. Except in the woods.”
Gale is mine. I’m his. Anything else is unthinkable.
“We could do it, you know,” Gale says quietly.
“What?” I ask.
“Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it,” says Gale.
I don’t know how to respond. This idea is so preposterous. (1.23-26)