“They were roots, Michael realized. Every memory of Maria was a root she had put inside his body. Too many roots, he thought. If Michael left all that roots could come off, shattering him to pieces. There would be nothing,… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“Lavender used to be my favorite color in the box of sixty-four crayons - you know, the one with the sharpener built into the… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“Okay, he hadn't exactly been happy. But welcome to the club, right? He had eyes. He could see auras, those swirls of color that… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“Maria loved the way she and Liz could just sit in the same room together, each doing their own thing, sometimes talking, sometimes not.… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“Somehow she could always think better when all her hair was out of her face. Stupid, but true.” — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“I'm thinking we need a plan...I'm thinking it should involve running.” — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“They were roots, Michael realized. Every memory of Maria was a root she had put inside his body. Too many roots, he thought. If… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“She's like one of those Siamese cats. You know - totally self-interested, way too beautiful, way too aware of the fact, and totally willing… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
“Isabel wondered if there would ever be a time when she could stop being careful. If there would ever be a time when she… — Melinda Metz Copy Share Image
