“I go over most Sundays,' he went on. 'She doesn't get out much - I'm sure she'd love to see a new… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“My eye was drawn to a bright green hue, the same shade as a poisonous Amazonian frog, the tiny, delightfully deadly ones.” — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“Asking for help was anathema to me. I'd told Maria that. 'And how's that been working out for you so far?' she'd… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I had no idea how to respond, and opted for a smile, which serves me well on most occasions (not if it's… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“The gilded confines of the Beauty Hall were not my preferred habitat; like the chicken that had laid the eggs for my… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“I pondered what else I should take for him. Flowers seemed wrong; they're a love token, after all. I looked in the… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
