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256 pages, Hardcover
First published August 1, 2013
"We can be your house clowns." Eden put her hands to her head like antlers and swayed back and forth, big-eyed and unsmiling. Her eyes were playful but ironic and -- he didn't know why he thought of this word -- literate. But still possibly dangerous.
...spun around at the door and mouthed, ferociously, "Ten after seven."
And then, good God, she pointed. Not at me. Not at the ground beneath her feet. No, she pointed at herself. Below the belt. She pointed at the prize, while announcing the time it would be claimed. I'd never seen a human do that. I understand now that it is something an animal might do, if it had fingers, and could tell time.
Cake and Danny stood there taking in the sunset. It was a good one, no question -- a glorious wall of orange and purple, with little ruptures that looked like balconies, from which shot rays of sacred light, behind which God made vast, heart-breaking decisions. Because they were so still, I glanced at the two friends' faces. Cake's expression was complex, for once. He seemed chastised by the sunset, humbled. But in his look there was also hope that what it was telling him might be wrong. Anyway, that's what I imagined I saw. As for Danny, his take on the beauty was simpler -- he sneered. He was basically daring it.