Sometimes I don't get you,' I said. She didn't even glance at me. She just smiled toward the television and said, 'You never get me. That's the whole point.
I wanted to, you know, get my story out in the world, which, it turns out, is a very misguided notion.
She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.
Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection--uncracked and uncrackable.
I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.