“I'm worried I don’t know how to get in touch with people,” Ezra said.
"I'm worried if I come too close they’ll say I'm overstepping. They’ll say I'm pushy, or… emotional, you know. But if I back off, they might think I don’t care. I really, honestly believe I missed some rule that everyone else takes for granted; I must have been absent from school that day. There’s this narrow little dividing line I somehow never located.”
“Nonsense; I don’t know what you're talking about,” said his mother, and then she held up an egg. “Will you look at this? Out of one dozen eggs, four are cracked. Two are smushed. I can’t imagine what Sweeney Brothers is coming to, these days.”
Ezra waited a while, but she didn’t say any more. Finally, he left.