Janet Fitch. White Oleander (№ 245691)

Love their murmuring was my lullaby, my chest. I put in there, beautiful lingerie, summer camp, new sandals, Christmas. Selflessly fingered gala dinners, private room, bike test lessons in the evenings. Another year like the previous one, and following him, the same serene, one after the other - as a bridge, and a thousand different differences, subtle and elusive, so familiar to the girls growing up without a father.