Poetry: Wordsworth and Dickenson. Books of wonder, books that staggered the imagination. Mother’s books. Precious and needing to be read. I was lite...al, Cindy was poetic. We talked, we argued. I found a book of Dad’s on gardens. Cindy found a can on the top shelf full of coins and paper money. I walked the fifteen miles to town and smiled at Mr. Brown and said, yes, my dad was fine. I came back with seeds and sardines. I came back with cloth and candy. One night I was taking my bath in Cindy’s. She looked fragile and small in her leather jacket, and her mouth was in a tight line. She looked ready to bite his head off if he so much as breathed in her direction. Never one to play it safe, he decided to talk to her. ‘So, your place or mine?’ Holly glared at him. ‘Mine, and you most certainly will not be invited in.’ Alex was surprised she didn’t stick her tongue out at him, as petulant as she sounded. ‘Fine, we’ll go to yours,’ he said, watching as a cab pulled up to the curb. Holding. More

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