Detroit's a great music town. If your interaction with it was mainly musical, I'm sure you have a good opinion of the place.

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.

Scars crossed her welded wrists.

Her eyes watered and she was a foot taller than any of her sisters, mostly because of the length of her neck which would one day hang from the end of a rope

You used to be able to tell a person's nationality by the face. Immigration ended that. Next you discerned nationality via the footwear. Globalization ended that.

Sourmelina's secret (as Aunt Zo put it): 'Lina was one of those women they named the island after.