“Jess gazed at the apples arranged in all their colors: russet, blushing pink, freckled gold. She cast her eyes over heaps of… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“You're a throwback." "To what?" Jess considered this. Hi-tech at work, Emily was paradoxically old-fashioned in her life. She didn't even own… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“The sisters' voices were almost identical, laughing mezzos tuned in childhood to the same pitch and timbre. To the ear, they were… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“I prefer feeling insignificant," said Jess. "I don't believe that." "I didn't say worthless, I said insignificant, as in the grand scheme… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“She had applied to college without her parents' knowledge, and when she got her choral scholarship she broke from childhood, choosing music… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“Richard had sold Gillian's piano. He'd offered to ship it out to California, but neither Jess nor Emily played. Emily had quit… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
