The Virgin of Small Plains

İnsanların iyi niyetleri suistimal ediliyor.” “Kim tarafından?” “Biz tabii ki!Hasta insanların buraya gelip o aptalca hikayelere inanmalarına izin veriyoruz ve işleri onlar için daha kötü hale getiriyoruz.” “İnsanların okudukları şeylere inanmalrınıengelleyen bir yasa henüz yok ,Abby.” “Fakat dolandırmayı engelleyen var.

Good ol' Rex, always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

He'd been inside of a storm, all right. He'd been swept up in a tornado of sex and memory, naked regret and short-lived ecstasy. Now he felt tossed out of it onto the hard, prickly ground. He felt bruised and used.

He pointed to the newborn.'This way he'll have a home, he'll have parents, he'll have a brother.' 'And a rapist for a father.

I want that child around for the rest of its life to remind Tom what a fool he is.

Out of a still, clear day, the wind suddenly picked up. It bowed the grass in his direction, unaccountably lifting his spirits and making him think that maybe she hadn't minded his devotion, after all.

It had come as a relief when she had been forced to go into the hospital in Emporia, where she could be given drugs that made her sleep, sleep through an investigation that did not include her sons, sleep through the quiet departure of her older boy to another town, another college, and sleep through the funeral and burial of a beautiful girl who'd had a name, who'd had a family, who'd had a life.