It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.

A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please, be calm, despite that previous threat. I am all bluster - I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest. One such word shaker was a small, skinny girl. She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words.

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.