CHAPTER 4
That weekend, Michael took Sheridan on a drive through the city to view the fall leaves, which had burst to glorious color in the short space of days. Eventually, they found their way downtown to the local used bookstore, where they walked hand in hand among the musty-smelling shelves, pausing to leaf through a volume of poetry here, a novel with a cracked binding there. Sheridan read Christina Rossetti's “Remember” melodramatically, eliciting a rare grin from her shy and serious boyfriend.
In return, he scooped up a copy of Romeo and Juliet with a broken spine and pulled her into an abandoned corner where unwanted used textbooks moldered forlornly on sagging shelves. “‘If I profane with my unworthy hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims
