She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
The day was gray, the color of Europe.
An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.
She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.
She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.
She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.