Neela sat with her head down over her plate, her hair and face almost entirely covered by her sweatshirt hood. She ate quickly, tuning out as much of what went on around her as she could. Her superior hearing made that difficult, but years of practice ignoring all her senses helped. Only when the argument near the end of her table got to the ( Read more... )

When she lived on the streets she heard every story ever told. There was no variation of the human condition you could not find if you looked hard enough. Even happy endings could be found among the lost of Boston. They might not have a roof over their heads or enough food in their bellies, but they'd found true love. Hansel and Gretel's father ( Read more... )

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