Summer of Salt

I knew that he would use that gun, because that is what small, scared men did: they used things more powerful than themselves to make up the difference. They hid behind weapons of mass destruction: big guns and bigger bomb

Vira climbed backward off me and kneeled there, her eyes so wide and her face so beautiful that I wanted to put her on pause, pull out a canvas and easel, and paint her picture right there in bright and beautiful oil paint, the last memory I’d have of her on By-the-Sea for who knew how long.

Either way, I’m glad I came here. Bird or no bird,” Prue said.

“Oh?”

A translation of the word oh:

WHY TELL ME WHY TELL ME WHY TELL ME WHY TELL ME—

“Because I met you,” she continued.

“Oh.”

A further analysis of the word oh:

OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD

t took me a few minutes longer to make it down to the grass; we couldn’t all float through the summer air. I had to crawl down the lattice that ran up the side of the house, avoiding the thorns of the roses that vined skyward and always made my bedroom smell so sickly sweet. When I finally jumped the last few feet and landed beside her, she had lain down in the gr