“Her smile held–held and yet changed, the way freshness depart white linens once you unfold them and put them on the table or bed. Still clean, bright, but something departed.” — Alison Atlee Copy Share Image
“She smiled, a warm smile that held no trace of aberrant humor. It bothered him on a level he couldn’t comprehend. It bothered him on a level he couldn’t comprehend. He experienced an overwhelming urge to grab that smile and… — Anne Mallory Copy Share Image
