Sublime

Still, sometimes, Kennedy felt like a daughter who belonged to someone else, a child Stella was borrowing while she loaned a life that never should have been hers.

I tell myself she was a luxury, like fruit out of season, lucky to have but temporary.

Fallen from a higher life.

from hat to shoe

It would be easier to see her living in a gingerbread house than a convent.

“What a world,”

attractive people are shown having a near-illegally good time

Adrie