People even have ‘themes’ for their children’s names - giving them monikers like Brodeo and Justa Cowgirl. She wasn’t terribly original, because in Levan you’ll find families with all ‘K’ names, all ‘B’ names, all ‘Q’ names. So she named each of her babies a ‘J’ name to fit the mold. “My dad’s name is Jim, and my mother thought their names starting with the same letter was just further proof that they belonged together. ― Amy Harmon, quote from Running Barefoot “Will you play something else?” He requested softly, his voice remorseful. Slowly, his hands rose to my face and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. He sat very still, his hands covering mine. I was a terrible beast, not fierce at all - just a blubbering baby beast.

I was crying, tears dripping down onto the keys, making them slippery. Suddenly Samuel sat down beside me on the piano bench and put his hands over the top of mine, bringing the din to a halt. He was so impossible! Such a stubborn, mule-headed jerk! I played hard for several minutes, and Samuel stood at the door, dumbfounded. Now I knew what Sonja meant by letting out the beast! I wanted to throw something, or smash something, and scream at Samuel. I don’t LOOK like a little girl, do I? Don’t you dare say I am a little girl!” I pounded down on the piano keys - playing a violent riff, reminiscent of Wagner himself. “I am not a little girl! I haven’t been a little girl for years…forever! I don’t think like a little girl, I don’t act like a little girl. “Josie! You are just a little girl! You don’t know how helpless and weak and stupid it made me feel to stand there while you arranged my life like I was some kind of charity case!” Samuel fisted his hands in his hair and growling, turned towards the door. “That is so ridiculous!” I threw my arms wide in frustration. “Yes!” Samuel’s voice was harsh and emphatic. “Is pride more important than friendship?” I said sadly. I know you did it because you do care….but don’t take my pride from me.”

Running barefoot by amy harmon