Little things like time and generations don’t matter very much with good friends who are fond of each other’s company.
Ari BerkAnd somewhere, buried away deep inside him, a hidden chamber of his heart opened.
Ari BerkUncle seemed to take pleasure from knowing things other people didn’t. Silas did not like thinking this about the man who’d given them a place to live, but there was a sort of smirk hidden inside his uncle’s words that made Silas feel like he was being laughed at. He knew that tone. He’d heard it often enough from kids at school, from the ones who’d look at you like you weren’t worth talking to, from the ones who looked at your unfashionable clothes, or the shape of your face, and told everyone else that you were a freak. Silas was scared of those kids, because usually, those were the ones who didn’t think that normal rules applied to them, the ones who thought they could get away with anything.
Ari BerkSilas deliberately ignored that question, which he knew was as much for him as it was for Uncle. It was going to be one of those nights where she’d sink her teeth into a topic and keep chewing and chewing at it.
Ari BerkLove is fragile and rare and cannot live long in open air.
Ari BerkShe could feel the common blood song inside the place, the chorus of ancestors moving about in familiar constellations.
Ari BerkWorry can pull a person’s face into a mask of anxious lines, and he could tell she’d had some of that, but even worried folks could laugh.
Ari BerkI am a book also, words and thoughts and stories held together by flesh. We open and close ourselves to the world. We are read by others or put away by them. We wait to be seen, sitting quietly on shelves for someone to bother having a look inside us.
Ari BerkHonest error may play prologue to wonders.
Ari BerkHe couldn’t help but wonder what people might say at his funeral, or at his father’s, should it come to pass. He thought that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love. This was what he would strive for. To be remembered well. In the hearts of others is where we should strive to make our afterlives, he thought.
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