“My sisters and I stand on the deck, the shale tile cool against the soles of our feet - for a week it seems we never have to wear shoes - and take turns twirling, the matching turquoise silk skirts my mother bought us sliding coolly up our legs, our laughter flying out over the ocean. We are all light and happy and far, far away from home.” ChildhoodSensationsHolidaysBarefootCoolnessDramatic Of Sensibility Book:The Fact of a Body: A Murder and a Memoir Source: The Fact of a Body: A Murder and a Memoir