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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 2015
"There's a bottle of vodka standing upright on the table. And I stare at it too long. I step closer. I know that label. I know the seductive, womanly shape of the bottle, the same one my mother picks up from the bottom shelf at the grocery store. I've seen it in my closet on Easter morning. Under the sink. Hidden beneath garage tarps puddle with wet leaves and old rain. It stares back at me, grins at me with charming eyes, gestures for me to come closer. It knows me. It's seen more of my family die than I have. It's always been here."
"I look at her, and I can feel the warmth of the tears in the back of my head and I want to tell her I was the only one who didn't get invited to the coolest party of the year and that they made fun of my Wozels T-shirt and they tease me because of the gap in my teeth and because I talk with an accent and because I wear the cheap jeans from Kmart. I want to tell her that I'm tired of not having any friends, and I want to break into pieces. 'It's nothing,' I say. 'Just a lot of math homework.' "
"It's funny...when you're young you spend your life trying to convince yourself you're not like your parents. And then, every now and then, you'll do something a certain way, some mannerism, or you'll say something. When our car broke down upstate, I remember I hit the wheel and said, 'I'm not made of money!' And I caught myself and thought, Gee, Louie, you just sounded like Pop. When you're young and it happens, it drives you crazy. And then you live long enough, and it makes you smile a little.' He wipes a tear from his eyelashes with the back of his hand. 'That's a nice part of life,' he says."
"I look over at my uncle, and he smiles, gives me a thumbs up with his bandaged hand, and I wonder if he thought about me when he was punching through our window, rummaging through our house, stealing everything we had. I wonder if he knew how it would break his sister's heart. I imagine him at the pawn shop, trading everything he stole for a handful of crumpled twenties, then cropping up the powder it bought on the plate and snorting away my brother's baseball cards and the seven hundred dollars my mother had saved in the teddy bear shaped cookie jar on our kitchen counter and the TV and the wallet my father gave me."
"She says the boy encounters a wise old turtle during his travels, and the turtle tells him, 'Remember then that there is only one important time, and that time is now. The most important one is always the one you are with. And the most important thing is to do good for the one who is standing by your side.' And the turtle says, 'This is why we're here.' "