“It was busy in Central Kitchen. The line snaked around the walls and tailed out the door, past the two burly gavvers and onto the damp street. The gavvers were there every morning, stout and hatchet-faced, a gray cloud at… — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
“John Noa moved slowly toward the window. Old age had not been kind to him, and though he could still sit a horse, his… — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
“She hurried through the door to where she could see the counter. At first, she thought the boy had left, and then she saw… — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
“If we give ourselves up to our feelings, aren’t we destined to make the same mistakes all over again?” — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
“It was busy in Central Kitchen. The line snaked around the walls and tailed out the door, past the two burly gavvers and onto… — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
“that they were no different than the beetle or the rat. Their arrogance would not survive his determination. He noticed that his hands were… — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
“apples, strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries. There were no pineapples.” — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
“the forest glowered in the evening light, surrounding the town with its secrets and its plots, casting dark shadows on their lives. To her… — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
“The room was large and airy. Shelves lined the walls on three sides, shelves that stretched way above his head, bending under the weight… — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
