“I pointed, still unable to utter a word. Tim looked down at the spectacle behind the shed, his face swiftly draining of color. He gripped my arm with a clammy hand. And then he did something I'd been waiting half… — Rosie Genova Copy Share Image
“I took another slug of my coffee—like most of my old boyfriends, it was strong, dark, Italian and slightly bitter. . .” — Rosie Genova Copy Share Image
“I pointed, still unable to utter a word. Tim looked down at the spectacle behind the shed, his face swiftly draining of color. He… — Rosie Genova Copy Share Image
“Gio Parisi was a good-looking man,if your taste ran to dissolute Roman emperors.” — Rosie Genova Copy Share Image
