She might be without country, without nation, but inside her there was still a being that could exist and be free, that could simply say without adding a this, or a that, without saying I am Indian, Guyanese, English, or anything else in the world.
Dear God, said Will, looking from Charlotte to Nate and back again. Is there anything that makes women sillier than the sight of a wounded young man?Tessa slitted her eyes at him. You might want to clean the rest of the blood of your face before you continue arguing in that vein.Will threw his arms up in the air and stalked off. Charlotte looked at Tessa, a half smile curving the side of her mouth. I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will.Tessa shook her head. No one manages Will.