They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood

Here's To Responsibility," He Toasted. "twice A Week." "and Recklessness Every Day In Between," I Emphasized. He Grinned And Touched His Can To Mine.

I Watched His Fingers Clench And Unclench, And I Wondered If He Was Dreaming That They Were Wrapped Around My Neck.

The Thing People Don't Realize, God Bless Them, Is That My Books Are Supposed To Suck.

Momma, You're Special," Renesmee Told Me Without Any Surprise, Like She Was Commenting On The Color Of My Clothes.

Melanie Still Grieves For Jared," She Stated. I Felt My Head Nod Without Willing The Action. "you Grieve For Him." I Closed My Eyes. "the Dreams Continue?" "every Night," I Mumbled. "tell Me About Then." Her Voice Was Soft, Persuasive. "i Don't Like To Talk About Them." "i Know. Try. It Might Help." "how? How Will It Help To Tell You That I See His Face Every Time I Close My Eyes? That I Wake Up And Cry When He's Not There? That The Memories Are So Strong I Can't Separate Hers From Mine Anymore?