“I ran upstairs, loving, weeping. I will run downstairs, unloving, not weeping.” — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Finally the kitchen clock said 5:17. It was time to roll out. I shouted for my mom, woke Jeffrey up, ran upstairs, changed into my concert clothes, put on my shoes, and was standing by the door to the garage… — Jordan Sonnenblick Copy Share Image
