“For two weeks now,we'd been meeting when we could. Which, tragically, had been all of four short times: three at his house, once at mine, for a small amount of French before a lot of kissing. We'd had one furtive… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“It wouldn’t end too quickly. The final hours passed among memories and prayers and shadows. When he called to us, we all thought we were dreaming. It wasn’t a word we could understand, if it was a word at all.… — R. Garcia Vazquez Copy Share Image
