“She had a wild imagination, and sometimes she could fool herself.”

“My imagination was going wild, and that troublesome part of me didn’t care.”

“Ok, she was close to being right. I did have a thing about cats. And I didn’t particularly have a good reason for feeling that way. It was as if it was, innate. Tara on the other hand had this freakish affinity towards them, or should I say, they towards her. It was like she had the fresh scent of salmon that only cats could smell. It was endearing, and a little creepy.”

“She was the image of her mother, only in a pint.”

“She looked so happy, so content, so beautiful. Her long brown curls swept around her face at every turn. I loved the way she would always get a strand of hair caught just over her nose so she would have to brush it away with her fingers.”

“My heart nearly stopped. I could feel my pores open to release what sweat I had left.”

“I had a dream about candy canes and dolphins.”