not annealed and consequently easily cracked or fractured
Well, sometimes you just snap. Snapping is easy when you’re already
brittle from the worst possible thing happening. It is easy when you’re broken and guilty and scared.
affected or as if affected with madness or insanity
She’s getting sweaty and her mind is swirling, and it’s all a little
unhinged for the straight-A student that she is.
a public road from one place to another
She’s halfway down Seattle’s busy
thoroughfare of Broadway. Then she turns down Cherry, and before she knows it, Annabelle is on the path that hugs Lake Washington.
emitting light not caused by heat
There’s a bicyclist or two or twenty, speeding home after work, their wheels zizzing by her. Backpacks are slung over their shoulders. Their tight, shiny bike pants shoot past, meteor streaks of
a string of beads used in counting prayers
She rarely goes to mass, but she’s got the required crucifix over the kitchen doorway, the
rosary in the dresser drawer, and the stack of dead relatives’ funeral cards, held together with a rubber band.
marked by excessive enthusiasm for a cause or idea
Also, Carl Walter: Mom’s occasional boyfriend, division manager of AT&T.
Rabid Seahawks fan.
state of violent mental agitation
A wave of
hysteria rises up. She almost laughs.
an odd or fanciful or capricious idea
The delicious smell of grilling burgers marches through her heater vents. On a
whim, she pulls in. She’s suddenly starving.
converse in a playful or teasing way
She wants to be the kind of woman who says No man will ever and No one messes with me, who
marked by or showing unaffected simplicity
“I’m not coming home. I’m going to run and keep running. I’m going to run until I reach Washington, DC.” Of course, this is crazy and impossible and doomed, even if she’s a long-distance runner and has two marathon medals hanging on the doorknob of her room. It is silly, and dramatic, and
of high moral or intellectual value
“I’m not coming home. I’m going to run and keep running. I’m going to run until I reach Washington, DC.” Of course, this is crazy and impossible and doomed, even if she’s a long-distance runner and has two marathon medals hanging on the doorknob of her room. It is silly, and dramatic, and naive. Also—
small mouselike mammal with a long snout; related to moles
The heart of a
shrew can fit on your thumbnail.
possessing or existing in bodily form
The problem is—well, there are lots of problems, but this one problem is—he is not just evil
incarnate, not just the most vile and vicious monster, but a human who breathed and talked and ate lunch and took notes and held her hand, even.
The problem is—well, there are lots of problems, but this one problem is—he is not just evil incarnate, not just the most
vile and vicious monster, but a human who breathed and talked and ate lunch and took notes and held her hand, even.
impossible to come to understand
She loves the magical design of it all, the
unfathomable architecture of the cosmos right down to the intricate masterpiece of the eye.
similar in quality or character
Also, that kind of naive kindness is
akin to standing on a busy freeway and gazing at the beauty of the sun.
affected by worry due to a mental disturbance
Why did she have to be so
neurotic and perfectionistic that she was online the minute registration opened for students with last names beginning with A through C?
in disarray; extremely disorderly
Gina busts in. Her
disheveled, black-turning-gray-at-the-roots hair shimmers with raindrops.
a person with specialized training who assists lawyers
Angie helped get Gina the
paralegal job at O’Brien and Bello’s Attorneys-at-Law.
meet or cause to meet again
“Mom, no,” Malcolm says. “I’ve got to go to bed. I’ve got a math test tomorrow.” And then to Annabelle, “Give me everything from your bag that you don’t need. Tomorrow, run to the red circle on the map, and we’ll
the property of copious abundance
Under the big aluminum domes—a
bounty. There are fluffy mounds of scrambled eggs, shiny sausage links, a bacon extravaganza. Annabelle wraps up a few bagels and muffins in napkins and puts them in her backpack.
an impressive display or assortment
There is an
array of sliced fruit laid out like a sunrise. Orange slices go in her pack, too.
marked by exaggerated feelings of euphoria
Spring, renewal, life! Sure, this—this
expansiveness—has something to do with the recent joy of consuming bacon (she shouldn’t have had that much salt), but it’s also from the road ahead.
threatening or foreshadowing evil or tragic developments
Honestly, it looks a little dark out that way. It looks
ominous, like the deep forests of fairy tales. Fear crawls up her spine.
make amends for
This is one of Annabelle’s struggles, the sense that she must apologize and
atone for other people’s actions.
old and twisted and covered in lines
As she runs through the cool, dark woods, she begins to realize how alone she is. It feels dangerous, like the trees may start talking with
gnarled wood mouths and reaching for her with twisted branch arms.
personal knowledge or information about someone or something
It is alone-in-a-parking-garage fear, alone-on-an-empty-street fear, the kind of daily fear women are so familiar with that they forget how wrong that
someone who owns a business
proprietor of the Secret Garden has not read or watched the news in the last nine months.
disturb the composure of
The bed has a floral spread, and there are
unnerving paintings of bunnies on the walls.
a jar of mixed flower petals and spices used as perfume
The house smells like
potpourri and Lysol, and something beef-stew-ish.
believing the worst of human nature and motives
Kat was more funny and brave than Annabelle, but more
nervous and unable to relax
antsy watching science shows; she’d throw pillows and try to grab the remote, but if you interrupted her at the end of a book, you’d pay.
walk impeded by some physical limitation or injury
hobbles (and this is bad, very bad, the way the backs of her heels hurt) to the bathroom down the hall.
very thin especially from disease or hunger or cold
In the mirror, there is her once-lovely face, looking
gaunt and wrecked.
pouring in abundance
Crying can be a quiet drizzle or a