Grief, It Seemed, Was A Physical Place.

Either Things Grow And Change Or They Die.

Twin Threads Ran Through Her: Fear And Excitement.

Once, This Whole World Had Been Hidden Beneath A Shallow Sea.

...bleak Territory Of The Heart.

Though Lexington Is Not A Small Town, It Sometimes Feels Like One, With Circles Of Acquaintance Overlapping Once, Then Again; The Person You Meet By Chance At The Library Or The Pool May Turn Out To Be The Best Friend Of Your Down-the-street Neighbor. Maybe Thats Why People Are So Friendly Here, So Willing To Be Unhurried.