“ Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly onCory's guitar. Dance, ballerina, dance, he softly chanted, and hissinging voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians---a… V.C. Andrews
“ One by one and then together the birds chanted, warbled, whistled, and cooed, like a rare desert plant bursting into life after the rain. Mike Bond
