It turned out they were both children of church men.

Yankees call them daffodils.

Life to her had come to resemble one of those mazes you find in a puzzle book, inscrutable except by those with exceptional IQs. Mary would run her pencil down one path in search of the passage that might penetrate to the exit, then another, but the paths

I near the spot where life stopped,

I almost kept him on the shelf with all the trophies.