“He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, 'I love you, Mother.' He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns. I was too… — Elizabeth Peters Copy Share Image
In Mumbai, I found, people practiced a showy, demonstrative kind of love, one unafraid of affection or emotion. — Elizabeth Flock Copy Share Image
