After discussing her options with a speech therapist mars Newman demonstrates her ability to use esophageal speech she comments” I used to hear my son and his friends rack like this. Won’t he be surprised?
She hesitates, as if to say something more, but then she turns away and walks down the street. I watch her. She’s like my own reflection, in a mirror from which I am moving away.
cracks a wicked smile full of razor-sharp teeth as she sees his head turn, and
“Yes, Miss Emma,” Hana said, tracing her toe in a rumba. Her accent sounded unfamiliar— Asian, perhaps. She plunged a large spoon into a saucepan and added a spice. I could smell the rich tang of apples with a tinge of nutmeg. As she swished by an island and over to the fridge, a man entered the room.
a small glass of fresh juice made from blood oranges imported from Italy she looked at her Mother, then Uncle Ignacio, and said “Uncle Ignacio, tell me about Robert Cody.”
"Readyreadyready," the female next to him said with a quiet giggle, her lips quirking up in a small smile at the mention of fire. "Yesfire, yesfire..." Her voice trailed off to almost silence, lips appearing to be barely moving, J 'arock probably hearing murmurs of gibberish as she began talking more of less to herself.
“They are going to kill the cow today.” The air is thick with muggy anticipation, her cousins’ gleeful looks accompanied with the dog’s bark. A stranger sat on the stoop, she was told it was her uncle.