I was just about to call out to him when a woman followed him out of the townhouse. She was carrying a little boy. As I stood there watching, my father took the little boy from her and held him. He wr...
Falling short of self-destructive, her apathy toward the potential hazard was, given her internal upheaval, not unusual. Only later would she look back on her attitude as irresponsible; only later wou...
Except she wasn’t Vicki Bell anymore. She was Vicki Bell Beaudry, owner of the Red Fox with her husband, Rob, whose family was nearly as rooted in Bell Valley as the Bell family was, hence a questiona...
Everyone in the world is guilty of something.
Лицето му бе като видение от цветно стъкло в нощта-нови места,нови хора,нова любов-тя видя всичко в него.И още-доброта и нежност.И приятелство,исправедливост.И надежда.
Strangely, he wasn’t in the mood to look at files and papers. Not with Heather Cole to look at. For that matter, even the journals might have fallen short—a shocking thought, but one he wasn’t about t...
Plants and containers that I know will work in their rooms. Mayer’s? Snorting, she tucked the phone between shoulder and ear; holding the bucket with both hands, she tipped it toward the Ficus benjami...
Susan could feel his anguish radiating through the fingers that held hers so tightly. She was close enough to him to know what he was feeling far more than fear for his mother’s life. He hadn’t seen t...
She distracted him by pulling her gift for him out from under the bed. It was two-tiered and beautifully wrapped, with an exquisite card she had made herself—she was an artist, after all. He read the...
Remember my mother—how much she suffered before she died, how thin and gray she seemed after so much surgery? I don't picture her that way anymore. I picture her as she was before she got sick.
Love was such a complex emotion, so overpowering and all-consuming. Love conquered all, the old saying went.
Love was love.
Like it was different up here with him now. Less solitary.More complete.The freedom to be and the freedom to enjoy.
Life is like a game of cards. It deals you different hands at different times. You don’t have that old hand anymore, Leo. Look at what you have now.
It was the women’s movement that did it, told us we could be everything, but we can’t. We can’t be mothers and wives at the same time that we’re professors. It just doesn’t work. Someone always gets g...
I love crowds. They make me feel part of something big and important.
Emptiness did that to a person. Her insides were a big black hole where dreams of her mother had been.
At last they reached Wild River. This is it? Bill gawked in dismay. Jordanna joined the men to stare at the dark bed of mossy rocks. It is wild, isn’t it? she quipped, surprising herself with her own...
Annie took his hand. She kissed it and held it to the pulse point at her neck. She didn’t speak. Words would have been an intrusion on what was happening between them. She could almost see the tiny en...
Always a sucker for blue eyes, she was relieved to be released.