Neverhome - Pg 122

   "Show me how you march," she said.
   "I don't remember how to march," I said.
   She pouted a minute, worked at slicing cheese and snapping crackers. Then she stopped that and came to me, slowly with the first steps, then quickly with the last, then slowly she kissed me. I let her do this for a time. Her mouth tasted like linden berries of all things and I realized I couldn't remember what Bartholomew's mouth tasted like... We stood both of us, Neva and I, with our arms hanging at our sides and only our mouths pressed together.