“It was august. for years it was august … . there was heat like wet gauze and a high, white sky and music coming from everywhere at once.” — Paula Mclain Copy Share Image
“And in August it will be fifty-two years together.” “Wow,” Oliver says. “That’s amazing.” “I wouldn’t call it amazing,” the woman says, blinking. “It’s easy when you find the right person.” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
