Standing that close, Falk could smell her perfume. To him it smelled like fabulous Vietnamese flowers and he had never been to Vietnam. When she turned to leave they squeezed close.
I think about you, he said.
She could not help but smile. She felt sorrow for this misfit. His parents dead and gone, living at his cousin's, expelled from school as dangerous. His was a story of misfortune and mala suerte.
When any soul with eyes could see he was gentle and quiet and only needed to be loved. He should be suckled like a child, pampered with dulces, and made to laugh.
With one hand she held the key lime pie carefully away from her body. She put the other hand on his chest, against his white apron smeared with mustard stains. You think about me?
Southern Living is planning a special event in Texas featuring three or four select writers from around the state and nation. They'll present informal workshops, and you'll get to meet them at a
reception, a banquet, over breakfast, and at a book signing--all over the course of a Friday night and Saturday. Help us plan your Writers' Texas Weekend with input on the following questions.
1.Where would you like to attend such a weekend? Name a resort (or hotel) in Houston, the Dallas/Fort Worth area, Austin, or San Antonio.
2.What authors would you love to meet? Name a few of your favorite writers.
3.Would you prefer this event in fall, winter, or spring?
4.What other activities would you enjoy?
