“Turn it off,” she said, her voice cracking. “It’s still good music,” Joe told her with an almost apologetic shrug. “It’s crap,”… — Billy Wood-Smith Copy Share Image
“Something terrible is happening to me, Mom,” he said, his voice cracking. For the first time all morning, he felt close to… — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
“I hurried after Sam, calling, "You might wait for us!" The last word, though it was but one syllable, covered two octaves,… — Gary L. Blackwood Copy Share Image
