“Baby, you read me like one of your books; except I’m not the hero. I’ll never be the hero.”
“I’ve been so busy I haven’t managed to contact her since this morning, but she’s been hovering at the edge of my consciousness all day, like a guardian angel. My guardian angel. Ever present but not intrusive.”
“Damn right. She’s my girl. Handkerchiefs are my business, not his.”
“We move in the light. We slow in the shadows. We stop in the dark.”
“I slip it into my inside pocket, pleased that it will rest close to my heart.”
“I’m her lost boy, now found.”
“Christian, I’ve long held the belief that you never really had an adolescence—emotionally speaking.”
“You’ve seen the photos. You’ve spoken to the boy.” “His name is José,” she asserts, louder this time.”
“what does a young woman from Montesano do to keep herself amused?” I take a sip of my beer. “Read.” “It always comes back to books with you, doesn’t it?” “Yes.”
“i loved her more than i loved you and i’m sorry that you knew it.”
“If I speak of myself in different ways, that is because I look at myself in different ways.”
“Silence. The ability to deliberately keep yourself out of the conversation and subsist without its validation. Silence is the respite of the confident and the strong.”
“To her the earth was composed of hardships and insults. She felt instant admiration for a man who openly defied it. She thought that if the grim angel of death should clutch his heart, Pete would shrug his shoulders and say, "Oh, ev'ryt'ing goes."
She anticipated that he would come again shortly. She spent some of her week's pay in the purchase of flowered cretonne for a lambrequin. She made it with infinite care, and hung it to the slightly careening mantel over the stove in the kitchen. She studied it with painful anxiety from different points in the room. She wanted it to look well on Sunday night when, perhaps, Jimmie's friend would come. On Sunday night, however, Pete did not appear.
Afterwards the girl looked at it with a sense of humiliation. She was now convinced that Pete was superior to admiration for lambrequins.”
“—Little pussy like me still have bigger cock than the two of them, she say. She pull the gag out of Sacco mouth. —What you gonna do, Miss”
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