"'All your life you're yellow. Then one day you brush up against something blue, the barest touch, and voilà, the rest of your life you're green.'April smiles curiously.'Except that's a bad example,' Nana says. 'Because we're all rainbow-colored inside, exact of us a different arrangement, of cou...
Unopened books cover the battered desktop. The stacks are strangely silent, the basement air fusty and inert. Oliver can’t concentrate. He thinks of Bernadette, her silken hair, her easy smile. Oliver was smitten with her from the instant he met her. He loved her confident...