How the Light Gets In (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #9)

by Louise Penny

Gone to the wrong house, thought Gamache, not altogether surprised. While Henri had a huge heart, he had quite a modest brain. His head was taken up almost entirely by his ears. In fact, his head seemed simply a sort of mount for those ears. Fortunately Henri didn’t really need his head. He kept all the important things in his heart. Except, perhaps, his current address.

If people really did morph into their pets, thought Gamache, any moment now he’d sprout huge ears and a playful, slightly vacant, expression.

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But Jean-Guy had no voice. His lips moved, but no sound came out. He looked down the aisle, and waited. There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.

“Now there will be no more loneliness,” said the minister, as he gave his final blessing on the couple. Go now to your dwelling place to enter into the days of your togetherness. And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

And may your days be good and long upon the earth.