Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.

“Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like ski…”

“...she wonders if she has something other people don't. Intuition or hope -- sh…”

“I read Greek myths. I read about far off places, Venice and Paris. I read about…”

“Your grand daughter may not be looking for trouble, but trouble is looking for …”