And then there's the thing with Granger. It's the icing on the pumpkin pie, so to speak. She arouses such a strong temper in me that it's really overwhelming. An unfamiliar craving. The uncontrollable urge to look at her as soon as she enters the room. A wildly pounding heart when I think of our kisses. An insatiable curiosity that keeps driving me to her as if she were the delta of a raging river and I was a piece of driftwood in its current.