[...] we could see a garden with green things the size of baseballs hanging from the vines.
"What's that?" I said.
"How should I know?" she said. "Squash, maybe. I don't have a clue."
"Hey, Fran," I said. "Take it easy."
She didn't say anything. She drew in her lower lip and let it go. …
[...] When you're young you try to prove you can do it all, anything - you throw everything and the kitchen sink in there! You're profligate! You've got this sense of unlimited potential. You think you contain multitudes, and in my experience you kind of do, at that age, because you're still suff…
[...] Yet if he could only wipe those American years, that woman ... the wrong path, the years wasted. But what was the kind of pain you just had to live with. He'd give everything on this earth to be twenty-one again, to step into the river of time with Olivia, but have them both be the same age, …