..., ...., ... ... ... tomorrow;"
I knew I'd heard it somewhere before, and it had a McCaffery-ish feel about it. Was thinking about the poor Queenrider who lost her dragon, Brekke, but it didn't feel quite like her. Finally, I remembered Menolly, and then the bit fit: mourning the old Harper the first time I met her.
Odd, how things'll stick. That was way back in the 7th grade in the first semester, as Murph was still around with his collection of books. (Mr. Addington came with his own books, which finally gave me a name to put to the disconnectedness I felt in my head.)