Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.

“Because life doesn't always happen according to a timetable or calendar. And fe…”

“Now," my mother sniffled, "WERE you abducted? Kidnapped?""You mean did somebody…”

“What else would you expect? Whites never go inside black's homes. Much less ins…”

“Throughout the day, Stargirl had been dropping money. She was the Johnny Apples…”