“Each morning fog rolls over the bay and caresses the Golden Gate, the most picturesque bridge in the world. In the evenings night descends from heaven like some mystical force of nature, alerting hearts that something wonderful is about to… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share Image
“All families were like that, with their private damage they kept among themselves, ghosts they lived with that only other family members knew about.” — Bobby Underwood Copy Share Image
“I never had a more wonderful time with anyone than I had with Mary that afternoon. I won her a small stuffed bear, and felt ten feet tall. She introduced me to just about everyone, and it made me feel more at home than I’d felt in a long time. We ate hot dogs together, and talked. We talked the… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share
“Off in the distance big white cruise ships had pulled into port, glistening beneath the Mexican sun. Vacationers for whom murder was not on the itinerary. Throngs of young college kids on break, males and females looking to party and get laid without strings or consequence. They'd be wearing T-shirts with captions uttered by some inconsequential reality television personality, or… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share
“Fate had somehow conspired against me, giving me a life of its choosing rather than my own. No one would really miss me if I were gone. I would slowly fade into the memories of a few, then melt away into nothingness, just like the snowman below. Faint echoes of Christmas music from the ice rink making its way upward… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share
“A singular, frightening truth begins to set in: we’re all just a few bad breaks away from falling through the cracks and disappearing. As… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share Image
“No one was more curious and excited about other cultures and peoples than Caroline. She sometimes still remembered facts about cultures, ancient secrets and rituals, sites of ruins that excited her when she talked about them. But her knowledge was partial where it had once been whole, her frequency of recall erratic and often fuzzy, like a station she couldn’t… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share
“We lived in a me-first world obsessed with morally inconsequential celebrities of dubious motivations and shallow character. How or why these people had become… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share Image
“Her face, especially those lovely eyes, filled with amusement. She whispered, “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?” I laughed and she couldn’t help but join me. There was something restful and pure in her laughter, like a Christmas carol. “My grandfather used to work at a radio station where they broadcast The Shadow,” I explained. “He’d… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share
“I was empty and lonely, unable to remember the last time I'd felt any real happiness, or if I ever had at all. I knew I had seen it a few times in the eyes of others, and in movies made a lifetime ago, back when love existed. Finding that old-fashioned kind of love would be a miracle, and I… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share
“The painting was so vibrant and alive with summertime that it seemed to fill the entire room with light. It depicted a small town on a summer day, and the people going about various tasks and activities. Over here was a picnic and happy children playing games, over there a postman delivering letters and chatting with a woman in curlers… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share
“I don’t know if I’ll get in with all the bad in life I done. But at least when Saint Peter, or whoever they… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share Image
“Each morning fog rolls over the bay and caresses the Golden Gate, the most picturesque bridge in the world. In the evenings night descends… — Bobby Underwood Copy Share Image
