" around her, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. In the distance, a voice called for them. Sarah grabbed Josef by his shirt collars and pulled him down into a dip among the tulips as the long veil, whipped up by the wind, entwined the pair of them. “Shhh,” she whispered. “If we stay still and out of sight, Mama will not find us.” “I’m not complaining,” Josef "

― Suzanne Kelman , A View Across the Rooftops