Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me.

“I said nothing—I hadn’t known Marya, and anyway, “listening quietly” was my gen…”

“El Tulipán Holandés contemplaba la marea, que estaba subiendo. —Ensambla, unifi…”

“In the end it reveals a lot more about the person doing the imagining than it d…”

“My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so …”