You could never be certain what you would find in a book that had spent time with someone else.
Erica BauermeisterTIME WENT ON, life with the children unfolding in its own ecosystem, small plastic toys seeming to grow up from the carpet like mushrooms, clothes falling to the floor like autumn leaves. Every once in a while she would blaze through the house and clean everything-at which point, the process would start all over.
Erica Bauermeister