When Fan was little she dreamed of magical countries in the faraway blue hills. And as she grew up she dreamed of love, and the boys came after her one by one by one. Clementine thought her cousin Fan's house in the country had a special smell: of sun and dust and kerosene and the wild honey they ate for breakfast on their toast. But then there were the feelings: the anger that smelled like iron and the disappointment that smelled like mud. Still, Fan was strong and beautiful and Clementine thought she'd always be like that. But Fan was seeking something, and neither she nor Clementine knew exactly what... | 
