Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's soul being blown to the far side of the world.

“She could not help but feel that paying money to take ownership of a living org…”

“Not prejudging things, listening to what's going on, keeping your ears, heart, …”

“She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above …”

“The sky was painted over, a perfect uniform gray. On days like this the clouds …”