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Why not say, “Yes, I was bored out of my skull and adventured up here, and when I saw this I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”
loc. 202
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she knew some farmers were planting Christmas trees again, hiring Mexican workers for the winter labor. Presumably the same men who showed up in summers to work tobacco. They used to go home in winter and now stayed year-round, like the geese at Great Lick that somehow quit flying south. She’d seen these men in hard-luck kinds of places like the Cash Rite, which she and Dovey called Ass Bite, a Feathertown storefront where she sometimes had to go for a substantially clipped advance on Cub’s paycheck if the bills came in too close together. Christmas tree farms were just proof that every gone
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Poverty, economics
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She noticed little darts in the trail,
Butterflies.
Every tree on the far mountainside was covered with trembling flame,
The fire was alive, and incomprehensibly immense, an unbounded, uncountable congregation of flame-colored insects.
The drooping branches seemed bent to the breaking point under their weight. Of butterflies.
orange. Four wings, with the symmetry of a bow-tied shoelace.
here was perfection without effort.
A lifting brightness swept the landscape, flowing up the mountainside in a wave.
Dellarobia opened her mouth and released a soft pant, anticipatory gusts of breath that could have become speech or laughter, or wailing. She couldn’t give it shape.
A large and mighty man among the trifling, that was Bear’s drill.
Two places, along with the grave, that didn’t give back if you changed your mind.
There’s a reason for everything.”
Once, in bed, he’d asked what she was smiling at with her eyes closed, and she’d mentioned colors moving around like fire.
deceits were beyond her husband’s range.
The people, she and the others here, were human boulders in the butterfly-filled current.
They had waded into a river of butterflies
Simile
For years she’d crouched on a corner of this farm without really treading into Turnbow family territory,
Simile
Simile
Like embers, she thought, a flood of fire,
Simile, metaphor
“Lord Almighty, the girl is receiving grace,” said Hester, and Dellarobia could not contradict her.
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Dellarobia sensed troubled waters at the Café in Christ.
Boots, blueberry muffins, and babies.
Dellarobia sensed troubled waters at the Café in Christ.
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Crystal...
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A regular Niagara of blond highlights
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her oxblood boots
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pre–Turnbow Family Sideshow,
It was exhausting, to keep being sorry for everything.
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The church was a thriving little village of its own, with new kinds of congregational space forever being discussed or under construction.
The fire was alive, and incomprehensibly immense, an unbounded, uncountable congregation of flame-colored insects. loc. 885
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alone time with a blueberry muffin,
Pastor Ogle’s
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Loc. 171
Ouch
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?? Question
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When he died, her mother resigned from religion and left Dellarobia working a double shift.
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By the time her mother got sick, the whole enterprise was tainted with doubt.
