How could she know what she wanted to do with her life? All these years she thought she'd be a healer like Mama, and now she knew it was never going … - Patricia Reilly Giff

But what gave him the most satisfaction was going back through the pages to read about his first story appearing in the Saturday Evening Post. That afternoon he'd bought Bird the largest bag of lemon drops he could find. "He gives her candy," she had said, remembering too.

He remembered everything. Maybe that was why he was such a great writer. What he remembered he'd put on paper, but it came out different, more interesting, more exciting than she'd ever been able to imagine.

He was laughing again. What was it about Bird that made him do that?