Terrie’s Reviews > Tell the Wolves I'm Home > Status Update

"Everything was starting to feel springy except my parents, Who were entering the haggard phase of text season. The gray stripe in my mother's hair was getting wider, and I hadn't seen my father clean-shaven for days and days. Greta and I were on the verge of stew poisoning, which, we used to say, is when your blood actually turns into gravy."