It was the summer on Vliet Street when we all started locking our doors... Sally O'Malley made a promise to her daddy before he died. She swore she'd look after her sister, Troo. Keep her safe. But like her Granny always said-actions speak louder than words. Now, during the summer of... read more
Sally and Troo are sisters. Their mom, Helen, is hospitalized for much longer than had been expected, and the girls are left in the care of their step-father and older half-sister. Their step-father is a drunk and fails to care for the girls. Their sister, Nell, is concerned with her own... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
Sally and Troo are sisters. Their mom, Helen, is hospitalized for much longer than had been expected, and the girls are left in the care of their step-father and older half-sister. Their step-father is a drunk and fails to care for the girls. Their sister, Nell, is concerned with her own needs and fails to care for the girls as well. The two sisters figure out ways to get meals from neighbors. During much of the time, the girls are unsupervised and filthy. While this is happening, three girls from the area have gone missing. Two are found dead, and a killer is on the loose. Sally has a suspect in mind, but no one believes her. Eventually, she uncovers the truth about the murderer and a secret that her mom has been keeping for many years.
“"That wink had said it all. And Wendy's sly smile was like the amen on the end of a prayer."”Sally O'Malley
“Clearly Nell was going crazy. (Well she certainly had the hair for it)”Sally
no matter what horrible things happen . . . you have to go on with your life with all the stick-to-itiveness that you can muster up.Highlighted by 31 Kindle customers
love never really dies. It’s always out there, leaving a twinkling trail to another place where you can go and rest when you need to forget that things really do happen when you least expect them. And sometimes, those things can change your life forever.Highlighted by 24 Kindle customers
Nothing else hurts worse in the world as much as tears for the missing.Highlighted by 24 Kindle customers
All of our lives are tough. We lose people, we lose love, we lose jobs, we lose our health. Humor is the only thing I know besides spirituality that helps transcend pain.Highlighted by 14 Kindle customers
Granny told me that Mother really wasn’t so tough, that she was just doing something called whistling in the dark.Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
So I felt . . . I didn’t know how to describe it exactly. Maybe . . . light? A lot lighter than I had for a long time. Like sunshine could get into me now.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
How special people more than others attracted special things like fireflies and crickets and shooting stars and four-leaf clovers.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
“No matter how poor we are,” Mother said, backing into the parking space in front of Shuster’s Shoes up on North Avenue, “we still need shoes.” She winked at us. “They’re important to our souls.”Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
There was just such an importance to her. Like she would never die or get sick or leave anybody ever. Ethel Jenkins was the cool side of my pillow when I had a fever.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
It was a warm night and I liked to walk and look into people’s houses through their picture windows when their lights were on and there was a mother and the father and some kids and sometimes they looked just like a painting. I wasn’t a peeper like Mary Lane. I didn’t like to look that close. I just liked that feeling . . . that feeling of everything being the way it was supposed to be.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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