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229 pages, Paperback
First published July 5, 2005
Emma nodded. Her face wore the peaceful expression of a cemetery angel – mournful, but carved with the assurance that no further harm can come.
It was from my grandfather that I came by my new height and gangly frame, but while he still maintained a couple of inches on me his spine had developed a pronounced hook, which locked him into the permanent stoop of a man who has been kicked in the shin. Papa hung over me with his rheumy brown eyes, batting them against the late light in a way that was almost girlish. My mother believed that losing Nana had broken his heart and scooped him out.