Neverhome - Pg 115

   I could not run after I had left the schoolhouse-hospital grounds and climbed a fence and gone into the trees... I couldn't run but I thought about Bartholomew running, those years ago, when he had been a boy and I had been a girl. At our wedding three years to the day after he put that flower in my hand we had a basket of zinnias. Every color they come in, though mostly deep, heart-smoking red.
   You can't ever know when the dead world will come to you. Only that it will.