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The darkness claimed he’d given her freedom, but really, there is no such thing for a woman, not in a world where they are bound up inside their clothes, and sealed inside their homes, a world where only men are given leave to roam.
It's scary how accurate this is.
Most people have a shelf of cups. Henry has a wall. They hang from hooks on a mounted rack, five across and seven down. Some of them are patterned and some of them are plain and no two are the same. “I’m not sure you have enough mugs.” Henry casts her a sidelong look. He has a way of almost smiling. It’s like light behind a curtain, the edge of the sun behind clouds, more a promise than an actual thing, but the warmth shines through. “It was a thing, in my family,” he says. “No matter who came over for coffee, they could choose the one that spoke to them that day.”
I absolutely love this.
“If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life,” she says, “what would it be?” “Chocolate,” Henry answers without missing a beat. “The kind so dark it’s almost bitter. You?” Addie ponders. A life is a very long time. “Cheese,” she answers soberly,
I would also choose cheese. (The lactose intolerance laughs manically)
