"By lunchtime that day it had even become a rhyming thing, which it would remain thereafter. Killer. Killeer. Rhymes with Keir. Keir Killeer. I might have been able to stop it, at some point that day. Stop it instead of blushing, as I did the first time, instead of nodding silently, as I did later, instead of laughing, as I did later still. I could have done something in there to stop it, that first day, before if got too far along. There'd be no stopping it, after that first day. I could have done it, if only I were a different kind of guy. But I'm not. I'm exactly this kind of guy. I'm all I've got, and I never claimed to have anything better to work with