"You are my Moon and Stars.”
Lydia would never leave her. It will be this, always, for as long as Allison will let her. If Lydia had had words to speak such a thing, she would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if Allison had heard her, she reached for her hand. Lydia did not need to look; Allison’s fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
Yo, yo yo, 148-3 to the 3 to the 6 to the 9, representing the ABQ, what up biatch?! Leave it at the tone.