What you want to be when you grow up? Thomas turned the knob with his left hand and opened the door. A man, he said and left.
He didn't want an outsider judging his family. That was his job.
Her color is a cross she will always carry.
In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it.
Michael was a purveyor of exotics, a typical anthropologist, a cultural orphan who sought other cultures he could love without risk or pain.
I am nothing to you. You say I am wilderness. I am. Is that a tremble on your mouth, in your eye? Are you afraid? You should be.