Growing up might not be as exciting as we thought, but whatever it takes to get me into a car, I’m there
“Not a new person, Nomes, an old person. This is who Yocheved really is, who she was before her life got so complicated”
Ma’s calmly steaming Libby’s dress like it’s a totally regular day. How does she do that? How is she not panicked?
And like this, through the phone, I don’t have to remember that Shan looks like a stranger now Color me flabbergasted. I have no idea what that means, to “color me,” but I see it in books and I like the image it brings to mind. What color would flabbergasted look like, hmm?
I stand up, hyperaware that every eye in my class is upon me, and hobble toward Ma.
It does seem that Libby, my older, wiser sister, is always right
