英语读书笔记-Book Lovers Day 06
Part 1
- I briefly consider waving toward my four-inch suede heels next, but I don’t want to give the universe the satisfaction of leaning into the cliche’.
- An acre or two back is Sally’s place.
- Libby accepts the scrap of paper.
- Her bark of laughter is lost beneath the roar of Hardy Weatherbee’s car reversing down the road like a bat out of hell.
- “Well”, she winces, hunching her shoulders.
- The climb is steep, the heat sweltering, but when we crest the hill and it is perfect: a winding path through shaggy, overgrown gardens to a small white cottage.
- Its window are ancient single-paneled, and shutter-less and the only accent on the wall visible to us is a pale green arc of vines painted over the first-floor window.
- At the back of the house, gnarled trees press close.
- A gazebo twined with wild grape stands within a smaller copse of trees.
- Sparkling glass-shard wind chimes and cutesy bird feeders sway in the branches.
- Quaint, Perfect.
Part 2
- My hearts swells.
- We starts up the final steps, inhaling the softly sweet smell of warm grass.
- Before things amped with my career.
- It could not be more obvious that we’re cut from the same cloth: books, skin care products.
- A wistfully happy sound that folds over me like sunshine.
- The only place that delivers here is a pizza parlor.
- Not that she was in the acting business for the money(she was optimistic, not deluded).
- She’d set me and Libby up with books or crayons for the length of her shift, or the occasional nannying job lax enough to tote us along with until I was eleven.
- Wandering the city with street cart falafel or dollar pizza slices as big as our heads, dreaming up grand futures.
- We can’t even get an order of pad Thai brought to the door.
- I jog her shoulder.
- “…”, I say, trying to sound enticing.
- Don’t you want to see the apothecary where Old Man Whittake almost overdoses?
- Hair scrubbed into a blunt little pony tail.