The violin wasn't alive. It wasn't a baby or an animal, not living.
But that would be easier to believe if I hadn't felt it breathe and sing.
How about I give you a hin instead?"
"Sure. I'm sure a hint's all I need anyway."
"You think you're pretty smart then?" he said, his voice somewhere between playful and cocky.
"I only have to be smarter than you think I am, right?"
"...well now I'm in a position where I have to make it impossibly hard if I don't want to insult you. That wasn't smart at all."
"Oh, wow, just give me the hint already.
That church . . . it reminds me of one in downtown Chicago. Do you remember? That beautiful one with the courtyard near the Drake."
Jeremy took a newspaper from a stack behind him and sat across from me. "I know the one you're talking about, but that church," he gestured out the window, "is older than America."
I sighed. "Of course it is. Did I really just try to compare British and American architecture? How insensitive of me.
That's to British," I countered.
"What is?"
"Making sweeping generalizations about Americans because that makes you feel better about having a national inferiority complex the size of the Atlantic Ocean. I was just trying to be helpful, but if folding your pizza threatens you sense of patriotism, you probably shouldn't do it.
I don’t know a thing about jazz.”
“That’s okay.” He pulled me toward the door and opened it. “You know music. Jazz will explain itself.
I like the scars because I like the stories. Bravery, stupidity, pain—none of them come free.
Jessica MartinezCute kid. Dimples, curls, he’s like a male Shirley Temple.
Jessica MartinezHe probably hadn't written it. I knew that. I certainly hadn't written mine. But after yesterday, his pompous sneer was permanently imprinted on my brain, and I could just picture him sitting at a computer and stringing together sentences like, "His golden tone and tender touch have moved audiences across the continent to tears." I was half-surprised it didn't claim his vibrato could cure cancer.
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