“[Her father] never minded when there was nothing to shoot, and she never minded when there was. The harsh crack of the rifle and the limp rabbits and doves were the practical cost of the joy of those mornings.” — Sonja Yoerg Copy Share Image
“Maybe that's what marriage does, Helen thought. One day you're holding your breath lest a ghost fly up your nose and the next your… — Sonja Yoerg Copy Share Image
“[Her father] never minded when there was nothing to shoot, and she never minded when there was. The harsh crack of the rifle and… — Sonja Yoerg Copy Share Image
“The truest, best love had nothing to do with luck. Luck was faithless, and worth little. True love wasn’t fancy and it wasn’t magical,… — Sonja Yoerg Copy Share Image