“Dad?" But he's still looking out the window, not at me. I walk over and lean my head against his shoulder. His green raincoat is wet and smooth and stinky, like an orca's nose. He smells of salt and wind… — Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock Copy Share
“I'll never understand how certain things that happen to us can climb under our skin and make us someone new. Big things can do… — Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock Copy Share Image
“I wonder if a person can ever really shake where they come from” — Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock Copy Share Image
“Dad?" But he's still looking out the window, not at me. I walk over and lean my head against his shoulder. His green raincoat is wet and smooth and stinky, like an orca's nose. He smells of salt and wind and more love for me that I probably deserve . He pats my hair and, as if he's talking to… — Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock Copy Share
“My mom loves to laugh, especially when nothing is funny. It's an important trait to have around here, but I'm afraid I didn't inherit… — Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock Copy Share Image
“It suddenly dawns on me that there is a big difference between feeling tired and being weak.” — Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock Copy Share Image
“He knows more than any fourteen-year-old kid should know about people. It has the unfortunate effect of making me want to leap up and… — Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock Copy Share Image
