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368 pages, Hardcover
First published June 7, 2016
“…That’s the thing with time. It keeps happening.”
”He heard the baby crying and Mrs. Manzini sceaming and… and he lost it. He said it was like somebody else took over, and all he could think was he had to save them…”
Nella stared at Clem’s digital clock. The red numbers stayed the same, stayed the same. In this room, time had died.
She smelled like grapefruit, a smell that was nice but also a little dangerous.
One afternoon that spring, Nella sat at the kitchen table watching Mom cut up apples. One second they were whole, and the next they were pieces that could never be put back together.
That spring, the whole world felt like that.
Her hair was like this part of the cemetery—wild, uncared for. Lonesome. Lonesome hair.