Veronica A Novel

“there is my father, listening to his music hard enough to break his own heart. trying to borrow shapes for his emotions so that he might hold them out to the world and the world might say, Yes, we see. we feel. we understand.”

“she walked proudly, thrusting out not only her breasts, which most girls did, but her stomach and her jaw too, like those were also good. she walked like a dog — aggressive, interested and curious.”