Hey, the cabbie yelled. How’s about a tip? You bet-ski, Evie said, heading toward the old Victorian mansion, her long silk scarf trailing behind her. Don’t kiss strange men in Penn Station.
Helloooo. Miss Ohio rolled her eyes. I'm from the Buckeye State. We are serious about our tailgating parties. I can turn anything into a grill.
He's jealous! Kartik is jealous and Simon finds me ... delicious? I am a bit giddy. And confused. But no, mostly giddy, I find.
He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.
He told me that once, in the war, he’d come upon a German soldier in the grass with his insides falling out; he was just lying there in agony. The soldier had looked up at Sergeant Leonard, and even t...
He loved her very much. She inspired his work. He used to say, 'There is no meaning but what we assign to life, and she is my meaning.
He frowns. A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?
Grinning, he grabbed his fisherman’s cap and coat. I love you, he whispered quietly. Ikh hob dikh lib. He kissed Evie’s head. She rustled in her sleep, turning away. Fine. I see how it is. I just wast...
Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?
Gonzo narrows his eyes. 'How often do you clean that thing?' 'Every night,' the waitress answers. Her smile is strained. 'That's it? Do you know how long it takes for Listeria to grow under those hot...
From the elevator, Mabel watched the old woman's bare feet hobbling away, a trail of salt and the lace hem of her nightgown left in her wake like sea foam.
For all who believe that peace is not an ideal or pipe dream but anecessity. ~Libba BrayThey believe, and believing changes everything. ~Gemma, The sweet far thing, Libba BrayBu the past cannot be cha...
For a brief while, the women ask us questions: are we looking forward to our debuts? Did we enjoy this opera or that play? As we give our slight answers, they smile, and I cannot read what is behind t...
Fashionable debutantes in pastel chiffon party dresses wilt into leather club chairs like frosted petit fours melting under the July sun.
Evie was so nervous that she downed her cocktail in two stiff swigs, then refilled her glass. Henry arched an eyebrow. A pro, I see. What else is there to do in Ohio?
Evie hadn’t always felt that way. For a year after James had died, she’d cupped his half-dollar pendant between her pressed palms and prayed fervently for a miracle, for a telegram that would say GOOD...
Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.
Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet 'D' upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations.
Every city is a ghost. New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel beam, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting...
Even Felicity can't keep from sputtering with laughter. I wish I could use my evil eye. Or at least my evil boot right smack against Cecily’s backside.