“When’s your birthday, Piper?” I ask. “November sixteenth.” “1922?” “Yep.” “Natalie, what day of the week was Piper born?” “Thursday,” Nat says without looking up. “That right?” I ask Piper. Piper doesn’t answer, but her eyes open wider.” — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
“Change is hard. It’s hard for you, it’s hard for me, it’s murder on your sister.” His voice breaks.” — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
Some people's brilliance is in their head. A surgeon's brilliance is in her hands. But there are people who have brilliant hearts. They shine… — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
“I’m big as a linebacker, and a seven-year-old girl treats me like her errand boy. Does she smell weakness on me?” — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
“You have to wait for good things to happen—wait and wait and work so hard—but bad things occur out of the blue, like fire… — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
“Sure. I’ve been to hundreds of morgues. Thousands of them, in fact.” — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
“They darn socks too?” “Yes, as a matter of fact. Do a better job than your mom too. Though don’t you dare tell her… — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
Life is amazing, isn't it? You can't ever tell what will happen. Nobody knows until they go ahead and play the game. — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
“What else can she do?” she asks. “She’s not a trick monkey.” “She’d never make it as a trick monkey. She only has one… — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
“Now I’m five foot eleven and a half inches—as tall as my mom and a good two inches taller than my dad. My father… — Gennifer Choldenko Copy Share Image
