“supposeLife is an old man carrying flowers on his head.”
“Any religion with a sword is not a religion; it is merely an army of assassins! A real man of God carries only flowers in his hands!”
“Didn't the old man know how words carry colors and sounds into the flesh”
“Despite the voice in his head that says he doesn’t want anything that’s owed to his father, Tom can’t wait to get his hands on it.“Just take it. Hit your old man over the head with it. You’re dying to.”
“After the wink, his head moved down and his eyes made a beeline to my chest. Ugh. The old man felt me up with his eyes. Men really are all just alike—no matter the age. He was a flirtatious old fossil.”
“It is too late." The old man shook his head. "It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be." He smiled. "There is a plan, Dor.”