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Susanna Bailey
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“Something flew past Addie’s ear as she bent over her bag. Jude’s green cup. It hit the wall, fell on to Addie’s bed. She reached for it, felt the weight of it in her hand. She could throw it right back at Sunni. She wouldn’t miss. ‘All right?’ Sunni poked her finger hard into Addie’s back.”
― Snow Foal
― Snow Foal
“She wandered around the house until morning. She needed her loud music and her drinks to get her through the dark space in between. She needed Addie.”
― Snow Foal
― Snow Foal
“laugh. Dawn, who hardly spoke to Addie for the whole weekend she spent there in the summer. Dawn, who never smiled. Ruth’s face looked as if it was used to smiling. Her brown hair was scooped into a kind of nest on the top of her head. It bobbed from side to side as she moved around the kitchen, quick as bird. And she still had her boots on. Dawn would bust a gut. It was shoes off at the door in her house. Ruth would have rules, too, Addie thought – rules for children like her, who didn’t really belong in this house. She would tell Addie what they were when Penny had gone. Like Dawn did. Ruth reached over Addie’s shoulder; put a tray of drinks and a plate of thick, brown sandwiches on the table. ‘Help yourself, love,’ she said. ‘Just say if you want more.”
― Snow Foal
― Snow Foal
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