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A man needed friends in this world, and he had the best of them.
“What happens on Earls Trip stays on Earls Trip.”
Why must family be defined by blood relations? That’s what I’m trying to say. Why can’t we make our own families by surrounding ourselves with like-minded people? With people who appreciate us?”
“A found family. Oh, that’s lovely, Simon,” Effie said. “Yes, we found each other at school, and we made a family.”
Had Clementine died without his noticing and now she was haunting him? He wouldn’t put it past her.
Captivity, no matter how comfortable, is still captivity.
“Rose, Thorn, Bud.” She would lie next to him in his bed, and they would look back over the day and name their roses and their thorns, the rose being the best part of the day and the thorn being the worst. Then, the bud: a hope for the next day.
And, look: his chest was positively heaving now, as surely as that of the heroine of a Gothic novel.
Archie, gentle Archie, kissed her as if the world were ending.
Archie was going to hell. There was no way around it. But wasn’t the descent going to be fun?
having someone to witness your pain, even if they couldn’t do anything about it, was a kind of balm.
Gentlemen would come and go. Sisters were forever. Now that she had Olive back, Lord help the mister who came between her and her sister. Even if the mister was Archie.
