down either. why would i refuse a hot bird who was up for anything?
i closed my eyes and listened to the piece of music. colors danced before my eyes. “piano. violins. cellos . . .” i took a deep breath. “i can hear reds and greens and pinks."
i opened my eyes and looked up at my father as he sat on my bed. he was staring down at me. there was a funny expression on his face.
“not really,” she shot back. i looked over at her, eyebrows pulled down in confusion.
she was looking out over the sea, her chin resting on her folded arms that lay over her bent knees. 