“Mrs. Martin,” he started, “I would like to ask your permission to court your daughter.” — Nely Cab Copy Share Image
“She looked... She looked young, and- and--" I glanced down at Rossana gazing up at me, lips parted, eyes shining, her hair loose around her shoulders, and the next words I spoke were intended with no artifice at all. "She… — Theresa Breslin Copy Share Image
