“The driver bumped his way through the door and plopped down Caitlyn’s “luggage.” Caitlyn watched Madame Snowe’s eyes go to it, widening as she took it in. Caitlyn’s cheeks heated. Her “luggage” was a Vietnam War-era army green duffel bag,… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“You’re American, yes?” Daniela said. “Yes.” “New York?” “Oregon.” “Dónde?” Where? “It’s a state on the West Coast.” “Near Los Angeles?” Brigitte asked. “North… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“I will talk to you again in my office, at nine A.M. tomorrow morning, to give you a more thorough orientation to the school and to explain what I will be expecting of you as a scholarship student.” She turned to Greta. “Greta, please see Caitlyn settled in her room, and see that she showers.” With a nod she turned… — Lisa Cach Copy Share
“Except Caitlyn. High school dating, drill team, school spirit—it all seemed silly to her. Why did it feel like high school was crushing her soul? She had nothing concrete she could point to. All she knew was that she didn’t belong here. She preferred old, used clothes to new ones; her iPod was full of classical music; and photos of… — Lisa Cach Copy Share
“It’s a good thing you didn’t get out of the workshop much. The girls of Rome would have been in trouble!” He grinned and waggled his brows. “Do you think so?” She pushed his shoulder. “Naughty boy.” “I could be much naughtier.” Caitlyn sucked in a breath, alarmed and thrilled by the dangerous look in his eyes. She clasped her… — Lisa Cach Copy Share
“Some hopes were better nurtured in private, where the words of others could not harm them, and where disappointment could be borne free of… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“You can't go through life striking out at people who hurt or scare you. All that does is show them that you're weak. It… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” Caitlyn protested. “I’m sure it keeps you out of trouble.” “Thierry told me I was cold. He wasn’t the first boy to say that, either.” Caitlyn winced. “Ouch.” Amalia turned toward Caitlyn. “I wish I could be more like you.” “Me? Are you kidding? Why?” “You let your emotions show on your face. They’re… — Lisa Cach Copy Share
“Monsieur Girard grinned at the effect his story had had, and moved on, grunting disparagingly at another student’s efforts. As he approached her, Caitlyn went back to work, afraid to be caught slacking. He came to stand behind her, watching her attempts, and despite her best efforts her arm slowed and then dropped as she was overcome with self-consciousness. “Do… — Lisa Cach Copy Share
“Because some information is better than no information. Life does not give you big, simple answers, Caitlyn. It demands patience, focus, and an open,… — Lisa Cach Copy Share Image
