“It was a sickening, humbling, maddeningly powerless sensation this watching them and waiting for them to come to him. For the time they could be a family again. But Mickey did it like one’s tongue pointlessly finds a mouth sore… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“You bring any cannoli?' Mickey whispered, trying to downplay his worry with humor. 'No, but I’m keeping my gun no matter what he says.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Yes, life was made up of these instances in time. Big moments hidden inside little decisions.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“Every conversation they had anymore it felt like instead of unraveling the mystery, it just further entangled all of them into a twisted never-ending… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“His face burst into a prism of colors and light as her eyes welled with tears and when they fell down her cheeks it… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“I want to be with you, Demetria. Go on dates, have sex and pointless arguments, figure out why you like to eat rabbit food,… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“Just because the bully was always nice to you, never stole your lunch money, didn’t make him any less of a bully, did it?” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“The truth is a community is as big or as small as your heart lets it be.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“This was like discovering your vanilla cupcake had a chocolate fudge center.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“A mixed up knot of incompatible roles, tied up too tight to know where one ended and another began.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“And maybe then when they were all a family, Tommy would be able to see what Mary used to see, what his other children… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“It was a sickening, humbling, maddeningly powerless sensation this watching them and waiting for them to come to him. For the time they could… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“...for there is nothing so perfect as a thing with no ending and no beginning, such as a family of souls intertwined.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“Just one word, infused with naked desperation; half prayer, half enchantment. It felt like a freezing charm on her soul making her his prisoner,… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
“Luchese lit his cigar and pushed up the sleeves of his jacket as if preparing for work. Bring it on, fuckface, James thought. It… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share
