I find myself pausing to admire her face.For a brief moment, I’m lost to my surroundings.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
You led the soldiers right to my family’s door. You’re the reason they’re dead.
He’s right. I can’t deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.
I was a lousy hitter in May doing the same things that made me a great hitter in June.
I received my parents’ permission and went into the Navy on June 3, 1941.
June,” Day murmurs. I feel a strange warmth at the sound of my name on his lips.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.
I’d gotten someone killed.The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.
What a joke! Poor little rich girl’s fallen in love with the Republic’s most famous criminal.
He took my hand and held it against his chest, “Feel that? It beats for you.
Stay safe. I want to see you again when all this is done.