Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. He remained listening attentively. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. FOREWORD Forever Fifteen was born of a dream I had in 2002, a dream that was part nightmare. It was during Martin’s Violin Concerto that she was extraordinary. He had, for the most part, been correct.
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