The summer Fiona jumped out of a window my hair turned white. We stood on the street yelling up at her window…
This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful? — Maggie Smith
They have a party.
The evening comes in slowly, ushering in a cold blue. People reach for their…
Murphy never thought about God, religion — any of it — until the summer Asher found Jesus. In June, Asher left…