Allie sighed. It was an old, yellow sound, like turning pages.

“If there's to be damnation, she had said, let it be of my choosing, not theirs.…”

“It was really amazing the number of hard hits from which a mind could recover.”

“Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?”

“Corey Bryant sank into a great forgetful river, and that river was time, and it…”