“We respect each other’s need for distance, Georgie and I, and so I don’t go after her – she always wants time after something like this, to scribble down new lines of her own verse. No one’s ever allowed to read it – not me, not even Max. I suppose it’s Georgie’s way of wandering in the woods.”

“We respect each other’s need for distance, Georgie and I, and so I don’t go after her – she always wants time after something like this, to scribble down new lines of her own verse. No one’s ever allowed to read it – not me, not even Max. I suppose it’s Georgie’s way of wandering in the woods.”

— Laura E. Weymouth