Greene - and all of her protagonists - have a penchant for the hazy, vernal beauty of Appalachian summer that she
gently depicts
through lines like «Myra sounded sleepy, drunk on the feel of the creek lapping at her
fingers,
running like a cool scarf over her elbow bends, gliding under her heels and between her toes, and all the smells of the blossoms and muck and mottled toadstools risen like yeast in the shade.»