Quotes from Kathleen Gilles Seidel

He didn't know how to change her.

Dad's Buick—what a great car it had been all these years—

You're not making too much of this. You will love her until the stars fall.

You're not making too much of this. You will love her until the stars fall. She looked like a figure in a hand-tinted woodcut illustrating a medieval manuscript. Her hair should have been bound in gold cord, her arms full of lilies and myrtle, and he should have been her vassal, her knight.

Wags couldn't make it through the night without creeping over to Tory and whimpering that she had to use the ladies' room. So Tory would have to get out of bed, take her outside and down the stairs, and stand there in the middle of a chilly spring night, waiting for Wags to attend to herself.