“Had Aimee changed her mind just to ruin Julie's moment of happiness? No she told herself. Aimee is only six. She can't… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“As they shook hands, Conrad noticed Louis' blue eyes and a powerful feeling struck him in the chest. He'd never seen those… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“For a few days, there would be an odd silence between us, then a frenzy of lovemaking, and next month, that unspoken… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“...the habitants, dressed in their brightest colors and wearing their shoes, lined the Route de Rivière, waving and shouting, “Bon jour, Monsieur… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“Isn't this Michigan?" She laughed, "Oh oui monsieur, but the French came to Paradis more than cent ans...a hundred years ago." "And… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“He'd viewed the past like Uncle Joseph's grave, an empty hole without life, waiting to be filled in by him. It never… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“Had Aimee changed her mind just to ruin Julie's moment of happiness? No she told herself. Aimee is only six. She can't be that… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“The Rivière Secrète was no longer a secret. Two riverbanks, covered in wild grapevines and Black Willows, had emerged from the muck of the… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“As they shook hands, Conrad noticed Louis' blue eyes and a powerful feeling struck him in the chest. He'd never seen those liquid blue… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“For a few days, there would be an odd silence between us, then a frenzy of lovemaking, and next month, that unspoken hope would… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“...the habitants, dressed in their brightest colors and wearing their shoes, lined the Route de Rivière, waving and shouting, “Bon jour, Monsieur Reneau. Congratulations… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“Isn't this Michigan?" She laughed, "Oh oui monsieur, but the French came to Paradis more than cent ans...a hundred years ago." "And they still… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
“He'd viewed the past like Uncle Joseph's grave, an empty hole without life, waiting to be filled in by him. It never occurred to… — Vivian LeMay Copy Share Image
