“What are you looking for, Crystal? A lemon? This is not a lemon. But: close! Over here. Behind the blue and green pillow thingies. Beyond the small forest of trees. Persimmons? Never mind that now. To the lemon (!).
“The boy is trying to tell us something. A magic mirror (!). I know, cut down on the parentheses. And the exclamation marks. And the capital letters, semi-colons and colons, parentheses within parentheses (etc.).
“It’s Ketty! Richard Ketty. Not Petty! He’s different. He’s from Randolph County. Wait!”
Crystal said she would take it from here, and: thanks (!).
Sunklands 