Family
Falling.
You make it sound mad, Sylvie said. As if it drives you crazy.
You fall in love with the girl next doorbut married her sister.
Well, I left him in my room so my mother wouldn’t see him. ’Cause you hadn’t convinced her to let you keep him yet, Mark said reasonably. Did you leave the cats to keep him company? Yes, Augusta said...
Sometimes you have to act a little crazy just to stay sane.
She found the combination intriguing. Because there were three, at all times two sisters holding hands would be facing the same direction. And one would be facing a different way. No matter how you lo...
Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter to the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there is no more loneliness; now you are two person...
EVERYONE THOUGHT QUINN was watching Meet the Press with Grandma, even Grandma. Lying on the sofa, covered with an afghan, Quinn had simply rolled off and stuffed pillows under the covers while Grandma...
Without him—I wasn’t sure I could go on breathing. But I did. I know, Sylvie said. It was because I loved him, Jane said. And that’s what love does. It takes hold of you so hard . . . takes hold of yo...
What about Tiny? Maripat asked shyly. Well, I left him in my room so my mother wouldn’t see him. ’Cause you hadn’t convinced her to let you keep him yet, Mark said reasonably. Did you leave the cats...
Jane put her hand on the calendar, as if she could take those days right in through her skin, her pores, into her blood and bones, hold them forever. But time didn’t work that way. Time was all about...
Had Jane felt that way this whole time? Back when it had all happened, Sylvie remembered feeling really angry at her: Sylvie had chosen Brown partly so she could be at college with her sister. Then Ja...
Who cared about those things? Didn't Peter know that it was impossible to make up for lost time? Three years was half of six years; every day, every minute in life was all its own, and could never be...
The log stretched across the stream. It had been there for some time. Sticks, feathers, and debris had caught on stray branches protruding from one end. The stream flowed beneath the log, lazy and bla...
Drunk or just drinking, Skye had passed many hours trying not to think about the hunt, about the gun and Andrew Lockwood, about any of it. She had drunk to get loaded, to get wasted, to get happy, to...