Mom used to say that having three boys was kind of like having a pet tornado that talked back.

Few people ever kill for the right reasons, June. Most do it for the wrong reasons. I just hope you never have to be in either category.

I'm telling you that you got your facts wrong. I didn't kill your brother. But you killed my mother. You might as well have held the gun to her head!

I started writing seriously when I was a teenager, around 14 years old.

When you’ve been poor all your life, you never really think it could be any other way. And sometimes you’re even happy, because at least you’ve got your family and your health and your arms and legs and a roof over your head.

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

I hope,” he replies softly, “to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away.