“the April day when the Americans mounted the stone steps and pushed the door buzzer, rain had fallen for eleven of the last eleven days, and Aldine McKenna was waiting,” — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“Kids in my history class pulled out their cell phones and turned them on. I did the same, and as we all lifted our… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“Tu' eres de dos mundos." He was wrong, of course. You can only belong to one world at a time.” — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“I had no idea whether they played hide-and-seek in Mexico. Still, it was a game that let me be confident instead of self-conscious and… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“On September 13, we were the kindling, and a monstrous god leaned over us to breathe. Clouds melted, brush trembled, and the ocean burned… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“Wanting to play God for your own private purposes, whatever they are, might be what getting greedy is” — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“This time when we kissed, he didn't pull away, and I was close enough to his mouth for him to whisper what the tiny… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“Inside the house, near the hearth, Amiel had built a sort of fire pit with rocks. It was a safer place to cook than… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“the April day when the Americans mounted the stone steps and pushed the door buzzer, rain had fallen for eleven of the last eleven… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“She had curled every strand of her hair with rags, attempting something along the lines of Myrna Loy as the Countess Valentine, but what… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“I had reached the end if the trail and the dead end of Willow Glen Road, which meant I had a long way to… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“Amiel was looking at me with the kind of interest that made my mouth dry up. I was Braille and his eyes were fingers.” — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“My whole life reminded me of how it felt to ride, when Greenie and I were little, in the back of Greenie's mother's car,… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“Greenie Coombs became my best friend the last summer of making things up. We were in fourth grade, way too old for playing with… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
