A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks

words.”
    “I hope so.”
    Jamie smiled, and after a moment she changed the subject, sort of throwing me off track. “Do you ever think about the future, Landon?” she asked.
    I was startled by her question because it sounded . . . so
ordinary.
    “Yeah, sure. I guess so,” I answered cautiously.
    “Well, what do you want to do with your life?”
    I shrugged, a little wary of where she was going with this. “I don’t know yet. I haven’t figured that part out. I’m going to UNC next fall, at least I hope so. I have to get accepted first.”
    “You will,” she said.
    “How do you know?”
    “Because I’ve prayed for that, too.”
    When she said it, I thought we were heading into a discussion about the power of prayer and faith, but Jamie tossed yet another curve-ball at me.
    “How about after college? What do you want to do then?”
    “I don’t know,” I said, shrugging. “Maybe I’ll be a one-armed lumberjack.”
    She didn’t think it was funny.
    “I think you should become a minister,” she said seriously. “I think you’re good with people, and they’d respect what you have to say.”
    Though the concept was absolutely ridiculous, with her I just knew it came from the heart and she intended it as a compliment.
    “Thanks,” I said. “I don’t know if I’ll do that, but I’m sure I’ll find something.” It took a moment for me to realize that the conversation had stalled and that it was my turn to ask a question.
    “How about you? What do you want to do in the future?”
    Jamie turned away and got a far-off gaze in her eyes, making me wonder what she was thinking, but it vanished almost as quickly as it came.
    “I want to get married,” she said quietly. “And when I do, I want my father to walk me down the aisle and I want everyone I know to be there. I want the church bursting with people.”
    “That’s all?” Though I wasn’t averse to the idea of marriage, it seemed kind of silly to hope for that as your life’s goal.
    “Yes,” she said. “That’s all I want.”
    The way she answered made me suspect that she thought she’d end up like Miss Garber. I tried to make her feel better, even though it still seemed silly to me.
    “Well, you’ll get married someday. You’ll meet some guy and the two of you will hit it off, and he’ll ask you to marry him. And I’m sure that your father will be happy to walk you down the aisle.”
    I didn’t mention the part about having a big crowd in the church. I guess it was the one thing that even I couldn’t imagine.
    Jamie thought carefully about my answer, really pondering the way I said it, though I didn’t know why.
    “I hope so,” she said finally.
    I could tell she didn’t want to talk about it anymore, don’t ask me how, so I moved on to something new.
    “So how long have you been coming to the orphanage?” I asked conversationally.
    “Seven years now. I was ten years old the first time I came. I was younger than a lot of the kids here.”
    “Do you enjoy it, or does it make you sad?”
    “Both. Some of the children here came from really horrible situations. It’s enough to break your heart when you hear about it. But when they see you come in with some books from the library or a new game to play, their smiles just take all the sadness away. It’s the greatest feeling in the world.”
    She practically glowed when she spoke. Though she wasn’t saying it to make me feel guilty, that was exactly the way I felt. It was one of the reasons it was so hard to put up with her, but by then I was getting fairly used to it. She could twist you every way but normal, I’d come to learn.
    At that moment, Mr. Jenkins opened the door and invited us in. The office looked almost like a hospital room, with black-and-white tiled floors, white walls and ceilings, a metal cabinet against the wall. Where the bed would normally have been, there was a metal desk that looked like it had been stamped off the assembly line. It was almost