Danny wouldn’t stop asking where the babies come from, so finally Jon got tired of it and took him to the loading dock at the end of the city so he could see.
Charlotte Ephram, the bereaved widow, moves with her young son into the mansion of an estranged uncle.
Why would Jocelyn’s favorite aunt and uncle send her a doll from Italy?
If you never met her, you’d think she was a real nice lady, yeah. Good with kids, never kicked no dog. Never sang a hymn out of tune. On Tuesdays and Thursdays she works down at the shelter, handing out socks and toothbrushes.
I go barefoot in my boots rather than take a single thing from Mona Luna.
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