“When you get to the house . . .” The child’s head was already saying yes before he could finish his question. “You gone come back for us, right? You gone come back for us, right?” Milan could only smile… — Holliday Vann Copy Share Image
“The day was several shades of gray depending upon where the eye wandered, and the streets were wet. But in a lower part of… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“On any woman, the shine was brilliant. But, in contrast to their dark skin, it truly was the Milky Way of watches.” — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“The tiny snowflakes seemed not to be falling at all, just hovering in the air. So few flakes and so minute, it was as… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“Dessah’s mind kept taking her to places she didn’t want to go. Hearing about her aunt’s heart attack, all of a sudden, her body… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“When you get to the house . . .” The child’s head was already saying yes before he could finish his question. “You gone… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“Dessah smiled, but only for a brief second, realizing that children nowadays knew that they were poor. If the children were not sure, the… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“Sherry would have been attractive, but hard living was not only worn on her yellow face. It was in the wrinkled frailty of her… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“He was watching. But her muscles in her back would not let her turn around to let him see in her eyes what being… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“The suicide attempt, like the rest of Dessah’s life, hadn’t worked out. She had awakened the next morning groggy as hell and merely rested.… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“Dessah pulled her legs up to her chest and laid her head between her knees. The mother that used to live inside of her… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“The boys didn’t say a word. They stared at their mother, through to the back of her eyes, looking for her, but unable to… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“She’s dead.” Dessah was, at first, taken aback by the comment. “Did you hear me, Dessah? I said, ‘My mama is dead’.” With her… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
“The River Li—like my name—sometimes lies green and quiet and flat like a long, winding mirror, without so much as a ripple from a… — Holliday Vann Copy Share
