After the woman left, Gran, staring out back at the Zebra Forest, said to me, ‘I’m a liar, I’ll admit. But I pride myself on being a really good liar. That’s part of my educational...

But when you’re in second grade, you don’t yet know the meaning of impossible

Rew looked like he had put his face up to the sky in a rainstorm of freckles

Outside, I could smell the Zebra. Even if for some reason I stopped feeling cold or hot or rain or sun, I bet I could close my eyes and still tell which season I was...