“I reached out and touched his hands and they stilled at once. I had observed—although I did not often make use of the fact—that there were times when a touch could say things that words could not.”
“The sky, I thought, is not so grand;I 'most could touch it with my hand!And reaching up my hand to try,I screamed to feel it touch the sky.”
“You're a very pretty girl...Did you know? Once upon a time, I had a pretty, pretty boy.' She reached forward and touched my cheek with one manicured hand.”
“And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.”
“His eyes did not track when they were talking, and when he blinked, which wasn't often, she could count to three before his eyelids touched.”
“I wish I could put his words in my pocket just to touch them once in a while and remind myself that they exist.”