“I promised myself that I would talk to her before the summer was over, but schools reopened, the leaves reddened, yellowed, and fell, the rains of winter swept in and wakened Baba's joints, baby leaves sprouted once more, and I… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“You’re so tan.” “Spent a lot of time outside,” I say slowly, fingers crossed that she doesn’t want to talk too much about my summer of lies.” — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
