“Jasper.” “Hmm,” he mumbled. “Jasper, wake up.” His mother shook his shoulder. “You need to get up, baby. Get dressed.” “What?” Jasper Leary opened his eyes. It was still dark outside his window. “What’s wrong?” — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“the way out the door. It was Tuesday, August 12, 1952. His mother should have been heading to work down at the dairy that morning. She put on a strained smile for him as he stumbled out the back door… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“He gazed up at the spot where her window had looked out over the fields. Smoke had billowed out through the hole in the… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Jasper.” “Hmm,” he mumbled. “Jasper, wake up.” His mother shook his shoulder. “You need to get up, baby. Get dressed.” “What?” Jasper Leary opened… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Wouldn’t that be nice? To not exist? To just up and vanish in the night? To fly away? My next life I want to… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“all the matches from you . . . So, what were you doin’ out there anyway?” Jasper frowned. His uncle thought he might’ve tried to kill… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Occam’s razor told her that the police were right, but she couldn’t believe it.” — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Books are the most precious things we have in this world. Anything you might want to know, you can find in a book.” — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“the way out the door. It was Tuesday, August 12, 1952. His mother should have been heading to work down at the dairy that… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Gleaming letters spelled out “First Bank of Cleveland Est. 1903” on the wall over two solid metal doors with swirling cast-bronze handles that led… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
