Gerred Lee

They slipped through the opening in the plastic. The air around the cloth-covered receptionist desk was filled with dust. Destiny tucked her mouth and nose below her shirt and Lily just held her breath. Elijah was thinking about the playrooms he’d make on raining days by stretching sheets across the living room furniture. Sometimes he pretended it was a spaceship, other times a cave. Never a castle, and never had he met a Princess. Pg. 302

Then the large black woman delicately cradled the little old white lady in her arms and everything about them was as different as two things seemingly could be. Rich – poor. Black – white. Large – small. Accomplished – forgotten. Except on the inside of each was a heart broken into so many jagged pieces.  Pg. 275

Mrs. Barclay smiled as though she had been expecting the question and anticipating her answer. “I see so much of your father in you. I know I can trust you to get these things done. Besides, you’re my Monday night. And there is no Tuesday through Sunday.” Pg. 272