There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.
Ann BrasharesCarmen sat up when she heard a familiar trill from her computer. It was an instant message from Bee. Beezy3: Packing. Do you have my purple sock with the heart on the ankle? Carmabelle: No. Like I'd wear your socks. Carmen looked from her computer screen down to her feet. To her dismay, her socks were two faintly different shades of purple. She rotated her foot to get a view of her anklebone. Carmabelle: Ahem. Might possibly have sock.
Ann BrasharesIt was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didnโt come at all when you set a place for them, and they sacked when you werenโt ready, when you were just innocently flossing your teeth, for example, or eating a bowl of cereal.
Ann BrasharesPlease don't judge me too much until you are older and know more things. (Spoken from mother to daughter)
Ann BrasharesHe took her in his arms right away. "I'm so sorry," he murmured in her ear. He rocked her, saying it over and over. But no matter how many times he said it, no matter how much she knew he meant it, the words stirred around in her ear but didn't get into her brain. Sometimes he could comfort her. Sometimes he said what she needed, but today he couldn't reach her. Nothing could.
Ann Brashares