Sublime

constant fear all these years was that if anyone ever came to know all of her—the real her, the true deep essential Faye—they would not find enough stuff there to love. Hers was not a soul large enough to nourish another.

“I thought you had a missing parent to find.” “Maybe Flor can give me a hundred and thirty thousand dollars, and then I won’t have to.” “You’ve got a lot to learn about rich people,” Colleen said. “Flor won’t even share her dental floss.”

Other people’s parents are often a delight.

William didn’t want to be a father, and Emeline couldn’t have what she most wanted, to be a mother.

the

She felt the pleasant authority of maturity settle within her,

finding the untouched core of herself,

Gerber daisies.