The man, in his dress pants and button-up shirt, had a look of polite duty – as though he were picking up a business partner.
If there’s anything I hate, it’s random strangers cuddling you like a stray puppy.
Mrs. Rithaven twisted her face in a wistful expression as she looked around the room. “We’ve never had a little girl before,” she said. Her eyes were soft and bright.
He seemed to be one of those children who have mastered the art of perpetual motion and haven’t figured out how to control it.
Houses were scattered few and far between, and most of them were nestled into the woods like hermits.
She took the hint and her hands fluttered nervously as she dropped her arms.
“He looks like Jeremy,” I thought, turning my eyes away. It was an unwelcome thought, and I tried to block it out. I didn’t want to think about Jeremy.
“Nope,” I said, pulling clothes out of my suitcase. Life is tough, kid. Get used to it.