...the summer of the gypsy moths when all the trees in their yard were bare, the leaves chewed by caterpillars. You could hear crunching in the night. You could see silvery cocoon webbing in porch rafter and strung across stop signs.

“It wasn't right to have someone charge into you your world without even asking,…”

“He backed off, the way he always does, but it won't happen a second time. If he…”

“He must be an idiot to feel this way, but there's nothing he can do. He doesn't…”

“It had made her too helpless, because that's what love did. There was no way ar…”