There's this other half of him I don't know of, it's like he is trying to keep it a secret... if he would just let me inside so I can help.

This is what daughters did. They left, and came home later with lives of their own.

No one could tell you: you just had to go through it on your own. If you were lucky, you came out on the other side and understood. If you didn't, you kept getting thrust back, retracing those steps, until you finally got it right.

I think when you're a beginning author with any publishing company, there's only so much they can put behind you.

Because you have to just go with the flow. Your life is not your own, with people coming in and out all the time. You get mellow because you have to.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.

Because' I repeated, as a breeze blew over us, "sometimes things just happen. That aren't expected. Or on the list." "Such as?" he asked "I don't know," I said, frustrated. "That's the point. It would be out of the blue, taking us by surprise. Something we might not be prepared for." "But we will be prepared," he said, confused. "We'll have the list.