Sublime

appraised. Not that the opinion of one sixteen-year-old held any value in Jill’s world – her need for that kind of approval was thirty-five years behind her – but there was something about Margot Russell’s cool gaze that was strangely unnerving.

“You that farm boy always hangin around Desiree.”

Adeline is sixteen now, and everyone speaks of her as if she is a summer bloom, something to be plucked, and propped within a vase, intended only to flower and then to rot.

(I thought this one’s name was not Madison but Addison, and then I thought that surely I had to be making that up).

collogue.

grok,”