Tally really didn't have the strength to explain that she'd really meant her hangover, which was sprawled in her head like an overweight cat, sullen and squishy and disinclined to budge.
Run and hide. We're on our way.
Bubbly is bogus.
The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.
The physical beauty…also cleared her mind of worries. Every day seemed to change the mountain, the sky, and the surrounding valleys, making them spectacular in a completely new way. Nature, at least,...