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Written on Nov 13, 2016
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Victor Benucci and Madeline Falco have a story to tell. It begins with the death of Vic s father. It ends with the murder of Mad s uncle. The Hackensack Police Department would very much like to hear it. But in order to tell their story, Vic and Mad must focus on all the chapters in between.
And when the kids needed someone most, someone to love and trust, they found one another, and they called themselves the Kids of Appetite, and they lived and they laughed and they saw that it was good.
We are all part of the same story, Baz, each of us different chapters. We may not have the power to choose setting or plot, but we can choose what kind of character we want to be.
Mom and Dad had gathered their love like kindling, burned it together. And now that love is scattered all over the place.
My heart was so full, I thought it might explode into the ether, creating some bizarre new solar system whose inhabitants ate only love, drank only hope, and breathed only joy. What a substantial galaxy that would be.
Walt Whitman was right. We do contain multitudes. Most are hard and heavy, and what a headache. But some multitudes are wondrous.
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