2 Quotes by Dori Sanders

Gaten looked closely at me. He brushed dirt from my face, then with make-believe surprise said, “Oh, it is you, Clover.” He grabbed my hand. His strong hand held it tightly. It was a father’s hold. I was safe with him. In the evening twilight we walked hand in hand in search of the very-hard-to-find rain crow.

You got to be in mighty bad shape in the head to eat greens and Jell-o.