Out here, she knew, was his sanctuary, away from his daughter’s problems. Here, only these more easily governed fruits of his labor existed.
You keep the bones. I learned this as a girl, cleaning after a chicken dinner.
I was just taking some time off, I told myself. From college. But more and more it felt like from life.
The little bird’s so still, just looking up at me with those robin eyes, just staring like it sees what’s deep inside me, like it’s stunned by the horror of it. I think that’s when I begin to understand: sin’s damn personal.
A comfort book is just as the name suggests: a personally significant piece of literature, typically fiction, that brings a person solace and allows for an escape from reality.
The baby is so small, lying there on the changing table. If she fell she would surely break, maybe die. The woman repeats this: I cannot let you die, baby. I cannot let you die.
From a young age, Marion understood that seeing is believing. She showed off so that people would believe in her.
"What about these purple argyles? I bought them the day you died. I was sent out to find black socks for you to wear in the casket," I told him, frowning at a hole in one of the toes.
For all intents and purposes, let’s set the record clear that I wasn’t intentionally trying to break anyone’s heart.
He said, I can't imagine that. Living somewhere they don't speak my language. I said I couldn't either.