In Chapter Five, Melody is helping Jane demonstrate glamour.
Pulling a fold of glamour from the ether, Melody stitched it across the bookcase with large, awkward threads. The fold was bulky and wrinkled; light careened across the gilt titles.
Early in our relationship, Rob and I were reclining on the bed in the afternoon. It was one of my favorite things to do because the sun came through and streamed across the bed. It was very cozy.
Rob gazed at me and said, “I love the way the light careens across your face.”
I laughed. “Careens? This makes me think of a car on two wheels, skidding around my cheekbones.”
“Well… I mean your face is very architectural.”
“This is not helping.”
Poor thing. It’s been a running joke between us ever since and I slipped it in as an example of a case where it might be appropriate to have careening light. When he was reading the first draft of the novel I knew when he’d gotten to that page because he laughed aloud.
