So, like I asked, whatโs with the nightie?โ โIt smells like what I always think mothers smell like,โ I tell him honestly, knowing I donโt have to explain. He nods. โMy mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that itโs turning me on.
Melina MarchettaIn a kinder world," he whispered, "one I promise you I've seen, men and women flirt and dance and love with only the fear of what it would mean without the other in their lives.
Melina MarchettaFor reasons he couldnโt understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.
Melina Marchetta