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There was a natural order to their lives, and violence—or the threat of it—was as much a part of it as fast food and cheap liquor.
She was also some kind of religious nut, quick to find fault in others, not so quick to see it in herself. She wasn’t just the glass-is-half-empty type; she thought the glass was half empty and they were all going to hell for it.
The state boys had a reputation for coming in, doing half the work and taking all of the credit.
“Woody,” he had called him, but that was a boy’s name and Woody wasn’t a boy anymore. Like John, he was a man. He should be called by a man’s name. Michael Ormewood.
I tried to get her into treatment, but you know how it is. Can’t make someone do it unless they want to.”
Will wasn’t ashamed. He just didn’t want to have one more thing that made him different from everybody else.
“Because I learned with her mother that a girl who’s set on destroying herself will not be stopped. If I get this one arrested, she’ll just go to the next one, and he’ll be even worse than this Morrison, if that’s possible.”
It was a triptych, three canvases hinged together to make one image when it was open, another image when it was closed.
“Shit, since when did they start handing out respect without you having to do anything to earn it?”
It didn’t take a Harvard economist to figure out that it’d be a hell of a lot cheaper spending money on helping keep kids safe when they were younger than it was to put them in jail when they were older. That was the American way, though. Spend a million dollars rescuing some kid who’s fallen down a well, but God forbid you spend a hundred bucks up front to cap the well so the kid never falls down it in the first place.
Richard had always been certain that he knew the difference between right and wrong, good and bad. Whoever crossed that line was as easily cut out of his life as the cancerous tumors he removed in the operating room.
Michael was stupider than she thought if he believed he could control an addiction.
Being raped wasn’t the hard part. Surviving was what killed you.
Would John have ended up like Aleesha if Mary Alice hadn’t died? Would his life have been wasted like hers no matter what had happened?
