Let’s go get ice cream! cried Janie.
I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when the beloved child doesn't say she's sorry? The parable doesn't talk about tha...
Brian was only thirteen. He was asleep by one A.M.
Bianca and Mindy crept into the room like great big fashionable mice.
The sea can smack the rocks like a hand smacking a cheek. It can hiss or gurgle or even kiss. But when it wants, it can go quiet. 'And then', said Anya Rothrock, 'you can hear the voices of the drowne...
It’s such a good meal tonight. Lemon chicken, carrot-raisin salad, orzo, broccoli, a nice dinner roll, and chocolate pudding.
If she dreamed, she did not remember when she awoke.
I guess you've grown up anyway, Janie. Even with all the bricks I put on your head to keep you little.
He would have said Stephen was a sort of human tire iron;
He felt enormously tired, as if he were an autumn leaf and his season were over. He felt ready to fall from the branch.
Did he think Brendan planned to snatch the laptop and throw it down a crevasse in a glacier?
By the time Mercy had sorted this out, her three brothers were gone. She panicked. Sam! she screamed. John! Benny! She ran from group to group, darting behind sledges, racing among the dogs, circling...
They were not six people knit close in tight, warm threads of family, but travelers accidentally in the same motel.
You must love teaching', one mother said to Mr. Shevvington. 'Yes indeed. I think of each class as a zoo.' He laughed..'Twenty-six to a cage.
You mean I can’t chain him to the bumper of my truck and drag him through the city?
You had to assume that his body would grow to match, in which case Stephen would become a man of splendid proportions.
Michael sat down next to her. She was too startled to be polite. Michael! What are you doing here? Where did you come from?
It’s an old picture, said Stephen. She’s in her thirties now. I don’t think she’s pretty anymore.
It wasn't that she stopped being nice; she stopped being anything
It was like crawling on glass. No matter how firmly she resolved not to think such stupid things, she thought them.