I tried to push aside my emotions—to look at the photo objectively and see what was really there not what I was afraid was there. I wouldn’t let my mind play tricks on me. I took a deep breath and squinted at the photo in Chris’s hand. To the right of the trunk, Chris and Andi, dressed bunched in their arms, were doubled over, laughing. To the left, Becca posed behind the pink meringue, lips pursed like a fashion model. I leaned toward her, grinning, the slinky, green dress held up to my shoulders and my left leg kicking wonkily out to one side. All that was perfectly normal. Behind the trunk…someone… peeked over the open lid. The pattern fabric covering the inside of the top almost looked like a dress she wore. I blinked. “Is it just a smudge? Or a fingerprint?” Andi shook her head. “I see a face. Eyes and a nose. Hair even. I think she’s…smiling.” Chris studied the picture then looked over it and...
"Like all great books, this one gets you thinking." And like enticing reviews, this one gets me thinking. Trees are like outer space or the deep sea -- so much vast mystery to explore.
ReplyDeleteCan you tell me about "the chinaman?" Is that an actual character name in the book? Looking forward to our gathering today.