I do not know when it began, but I remember very clearly the first moment I noticed it, about two weeks ago. When I came home from work and we embraced, my head failed to rest against his chest and instead struck the icy metal buckle of his leather belt. I waited for him to clasp my back and pull me close, but instead he began to stroke my hair gently. I sensed that something was wrong. We were standing directly opposite the full-length mirror mounted on the wall in the hallway. My wavy blond hair cut to chin length barely a month earlier was now nearly down to my waist. Beside his imposing body, I looked pale, thin, and fragile. And short. I smiled, remembering how short I always felt beside him. There was nothing to worry about, I told myself...."Come with Me" by Vivian Kohen is flecked with tales of raw emotion. It is a charming read, sprinkled with fascinating and, to me, mysterious Turkish customs. I was wholly engaged by Vivian's imaginative storytelling and captivated by her wit.Joan HenriquesVivian Kohen's stories are imaginative, suspenseful, and intriguing. Her writing is vivid and powerful.I always want to read more.Annette Shaw
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