“I studied her face as she got closer. Who wore that much makeup this early in the morning? She looked like she got smacked in the face by a drunk rainbow.”
“Brody, are you sick?" asked Piper.
"Yeah, do you have a fever?" Lucy asked, tugging on my shirt.
I bent down to her level as she felt my forehead. "Nope, not sick. Why?"
They looked at each other and shrugged.
"Mom was on the phone with Auntie Alexa and she said you were hot. If you're hot, you have a fever. Do you need medicine?”
“Tommy would never look at me like that, except maybe if I were walking toward him butt naked carrying a heaping plate of bacon.”
“His nose holes are opening and closing,” Piper responded, making a gross face.”
“Any physical contact with her was a bonus. She could give me a noogie and I’d consider it a win.”
“Kacie, look at me. You can do this, trust me.” “I can’t.” I meant that literally. I couldn’t will my feet to move even if I wanted them to. “Look in my eyes. Yes, you can. You said you trusted me, now come on. Jump in puddles with me.”
“I’ve loved you since that night out on the pier when we looked up at the stars, then I fell in love with you again the next day when you peeked at the sunset from the top of the Ferris wheel, then I fell in love with you again when I saw you in that blue dress, then I fell in love with you again on my kitchen counter, then I fell in love with you again at the cake tasting, then I fell in love with you again at Lauren’s wedding, then I fell in love with you again in that hospital room when you stared at your daughter lying unconscious in that bed…”
“She clearly had some deep scars and should be easy to walk away from, but instead of running the other direction I wanted to scoop her up, clean her off and make her world good again.”
“Life is a sum made up of small parts, Kacie. Some are good; some are bad. You and the girls are definitely one of the good. The best good there is and I’ll fight like hell to keep you here.”
“There’s a saying … I don’t remember it exactly, but something about how having kids is like allowing your heart to walk around outside of your body. It’s so true.”
“People can’t run marathons. Marathons are when the same show is on TV all day long.”
“Oh shit!” She tried to scramble off my lap, but I caught her hips and held her still. “What?” “The French toast, it’s gonna burn!” “Fuck it.” I waved toward the kitchen. “Let it burn, I’m more interested in something else French right now.”
“You were so scared, Kacie, just like you are about life. I wanted you to see that sometimes, even when something terrifies you, if you just give it a chance it’s actually pretty incredible.”
“Um, I don’t know.”
“That’s not the answer I was hoping for. I was looking for something more along the lines of: ‘Why yes, Brody, I’d love to spend the weekend at your house having copious amounts of crazy, sweaty monkey sex.’”
Silence”
“His left hand rested on the island to my right, while his other hand purposely grazed my elbow as he leaned in, reaching for the bag of chocolate chips and pinning my hips to the island. “Just thought I’d help you make pancakes.” His taunting tone was husky with underlying meaning as he bent down, his lips nearly touching mine. “My specialty is licking . . . the spoon when you’re done.”
“DRESS CASUAL. WEAR THAT LITTLE BLACK NUMBER. K: WHAT BLACK NUMBER? THE ONE YOU WERE WEARING IN THE BATHROOM WHEN PIPER OPENED THE DOOR. K: ASS :) Oh, I see you’re back again, smiley face. I hope you’re ready to get your ass kicked this time. I’m gonna turn that one eye into a wink if it kills me.”
“The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled and nodded once at me. “Good, cause this lake is pretty deep out there in the middle, and I have a lot of old weights from my military days just laying around, looking for a new purpose.”
“That man is scorching hot, and I’m assuming his southern hemisphere is pretty heavily populated, if you know what I mean,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.”
“CHAT. WANNA HANG WITH ME AT THE SHOP TONIGHT? The black and white words of Alexa’s text blurred together”
“I love you too, Brody. Completely.”
“She nudged my shoulder without letting go of my hand. Any physical contact with her was a bonus. She could give me a noogie and I’d consider it a win.”
“Catastrophe cliff,” she repeated. “Tommy and I learned about it in counseling. Basically, it just means that you are always on edge, waiting for the worst that can possibly happen to actually happen, though more than likely it never does.” “Oh”
“Who wore that much makeup this early in the morning? She looked like she got smacked in the face by a drunk rainbow.”
“...¿Por qué sería que los brujos siempre parecían tan...siniestros? Quizá con la excepción de Magnus, pero le daba la sensación de que Magnus era la excepción a muchas reglas.”
“But this love would leave behind it nothing so definite as a piece of Chijimi. Though cloth to be worn is among the most short-lived of craftworks, a good piece of Chijimi, if it has been taken care of, can be worn quite unfaded a half-century and more after weaving. As Shimamura thought absently how human intimacies have not even so long a life, the image of Komako as the mother of another man’s children suddenly floated into his mind. He looked around, startled. Possibly he was tired.
He had stayed so long that one might wonder whether he had forgotten his wife and children. He stayed not because he could not leave Komako nor because he did not want to. He had simply fallen into the habit of waiting for those frequent visits. And the more continuous the assault became, the more he began to wonder what was lacking in him, what kept him from living as completely. He stood gazing at his own coldness, so to speak. He could not understand how she had so lost herself. All of Komako came to him, but it seemed that nothing went out from him to her. He “heard in his chest, like snow piling up, the sound of Komako, an echo beating against empty walls. And he knew that he could not go on pampering himself forever.
He leaned against the brazier, provided against the coming of the snowy season, and thought how unlikely it was that he would come again once he had left. The innkeeper had lent him an old Kyoto teakettle, skillfully inlaid in silver with flowers and birds, and from it came the sound of wind in the pines. He could make out two pine breezes, as a matter of fact, a near one and a far one. Just beyond the far breeze he heard faintly the tinkling of a bell. He put his ear to the kettle and listened. Far away, where the bell tinkled on, he suddenly saw Komako’s feet, tripping in time with the bell. He drew back. The time had come to leave.”
“Monsters are born of pain, and grief, and loss, and anger. Your heart is full of them.-
-"And?"
And it makes you vulnerable.”
“Eighteen is a terrible age, and while I walked around with the conviction that I was somehow more grown-up than my classmates, the truth was that I had merely found a different way of being young.”
“Rule #1: Hurt, but do not harm.”
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