My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. I counted. It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road Iโd ever seen, where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La. We were going to the ocean, hundreds of miles away, because I wanted to see the ocean and my father said that it was about time the four of us made that journey. I remember asking, 'Whatโs the difference between a trip and a journey?' and my father said, 'Narnie, my love, when we get there, youโll understand,' and that was the last thing he ever said.
Melina MarchettaI look around for the counter that sells my scent, but I'm so petrified that if I spray it in the air, nothing will come out. And then Mia's scent seems to fade away and everything else fades away with it and I know that all I have to do to recapture it is press the spray button again.
Melina Marchetta