“For a while children live under their mother’s skin. Then one day in the future, the mother lives under the child’s.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“How did your mother die?” asked Delk. “Car accident,” Katie replied, gazing out over the water. “She’d been to mass. A tire… — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“Memories, sprang up in the most unusual ways, happy little gifts—as long as you didn’t let the sadness creep in.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
