She looked like she wanted to take her right up to the baptismal waters and introduce her to some redemption.
Holly CupalaAt home, they'd clipped my wings and then caged me so I couldn't fall. Here, they bandaged one another's broken wings, helped each other fly.
Holly CupalaMots clés family
We're all family--the only family we've got. It doesn't have to be blood.
Holly CupalaMots clés family
Ask no questions, I tell no lies.
Holly CupalaMots clés lies
I thought of what pride would look like, a jowly old guy in a smoking jacket. Vanity was a tall, beautiful woman with a face like a mask. Envy was a treasure-hoarding dragon, dainty and diabolical. As I sketched in the dragon's face, I gave her eyebrows like mine, my turtle necklace around its scaly neck.
Xanda drew them as cliffs and valleys, irrevocably linked pride as a mountain, envy as a valley, hating its lowness and longing to reach, overtake, conquer. She drew vanity as a volcano with an abyss at its core.
I thought of Shelley in the hospital, how she said sometimes sadness only looked like anger and judgment. Maybe fear did too.
Holly CupalaI started to sway Lexi again when I realized she was quiet. Waiting. Both of us paused on the cusp of the unknown. I couldn't go backward or even retrace my own steps, let alone Xanda's. I could only go forward. The threads of time weren't unraveling but weaving into a tapestry -- a future, and a hope.
The only way to discover was to step into it.
Mots clés future
It's the grit that makes the pearl.
Holly CupalaMots clés pearl
Keep your eyes on the future, because that's where the answers are. It's where the hope is.
Holly CupalaIf pregnant girls were sinner, what were liars called?
Holly CupalaMots clés girls liars pregnancy
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