“She thinks of Stanley's colored pencil drawings of theoretical businesses: a cafe, a bookshop, and, always, a grocery store. When she was… — Diana Abu-Jaber Copy Share Image
“A cookie, Avis told her children, is a soul. She held up the wafer, its edges shimmering with ruby-dark sugar. "You think… — Diana Abu-Jaber Copy Share Image
“She considers a tray of flaky 'jesuites,' their centers redolent of frangipani cream, decorated with violet buds preserved in clouds of black… — Diana Abu-Jaber Copy Share Image
“But Stanley persisted in the kitchen, performing the small yet demanding apprentice's tasks she set for him- removing the skin from piles… — Diana Abu-Jaber Copy Share Image
“I mean, he could blow old Capitalist-Stevie here away." Felice doesn't respond. She pulls the backs of her ankles in close to… — Diana Abu-Jaber Copy Share Image
“It's been over a year since they've visited their son's market. As they walk through the parking lot they take in a… — Diana Abu-Jaber Copy Share Image
“At thirteen, she was already five feet seven, a little hollowed-out by her growth spurt, her chest concave, her eyes with their… — Diana Abu-Jaber Copy Share Image
