Mostly though, they waited. For the mail. For the news. For the bells. For breakfast and lunch and dinner. For one day to be over and the next day to begin.
~ Julie Otsuka
Soon we could barely recognize them. They were taller than we were, and heavier. They were loud beyond belief. I feel like a duck that's hatched goose's eggs.
We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.
Or was their guilt written plainly, and for all the world to see, across their face? Was it their face, in fact, for which they were guilty?
