It's been one nightmare after another, Christina thought. Pretty soon I won't be able to keep track of them all.
It’s an old picture, said Stephen. She’s in her thirties now. I don’t think she’s pretty anymore.
It’s such a good meal tonight. Lemon chicken, carrot-raisin salad, orzo, broccoli, a nice dinner roll, and chocolate pudding.
I’ve had so much coffee I’m on the ceiling.
Jared never prayed, because the idea of a loving God seemed out of sync with the facts of the world.
Michael took pictures of everybody. We’ll want to remember this, he told Janie.
More clumsily,he put his arm around her and tried to hug. They were definitely amateurs at showing affection.
People could not accept the presence of Evil. They had to laugh, or shrug. Walk away, or look elsewhere.
People think they own time. They have watches and clocks and digital pulses. But they are wrong.
Pretty dresses, desperate hearts.
Reeve loved that Janie would make the plans. She’d make a list, he’d follow it, that would be that.
She and Reeve texted all the time, and she followed his Facebook page.
She had gradually changed her name. Jane was too dull. Last year, she'd added a y, becoming Jayne, which had more personality.
She wanted love, adventure, and wild, fierce emotions that would batter her, as storms battered the island. I am thirteen, Christina thought, I am ready. I want it all.
It was like crawling on glass. No matter how firmly she resolved not to think such stupid things, she thought them.
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