I had walked along that street all my life, but had never been so aware that my back was to my home

We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.

I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.

I had walked along that street all my life, but had never been so aware that my back was to my home

You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.

It was not a house where secrets could be kept easily.

I have consistently loved books that I've read when I've been sick in bed.