I’d yearned for the darkness and repose of Hobie’s house, its crowded rooms and old-wood smell, tea leaves and tobacco smoke, bowls of oranges on the sideboard and candlesticks scalloped with puddled beeswax.

we must find ye something decent to wear.” “But we can’t afford—” “It’s an investment,” he said

Don't give second chance to your enemy if you got chance than kill them either they will kill you.

I have three sons, and I think we&#39;re both fierce protectors of our children.

Written By Jami Gertz

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