“It seemed as though Renee had filled an empty hole that Andrew hadn’t known existed until now. In some ways he rued the years they’d wasted picking on each other like grade school children. In other ways he was profoundly grateful that they had spent so many years being acquainted. There were so many things they knew about each other, so many things they understood. He knew that Renee was a demon tennis player, that she was good with children, that she loved old black and white movies, theatre ...and the blues. He knew that she was allergic to lobster, she adored jellybeans and would run screaming at the sight of any many-legged creature. He even knew about her penchant for counting her fingers when she was concentrating. She would touch her fingers to her thumb one at a time, starting with her pinky and ending with her index finger. She would do this over and over again, as if to reassure herself that they were all still attached. He adored all these little quirks because they were familiar and uniquely her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
User Reviews: