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To spend time with her mother was to get a running commentary on the contents of her mind – an incessant barrage of thoughts and sub-thoughts and random observations, each in itself insignificant but cumulatively overwhelming.
Right because that’s going to happen Cass says and stomps out clutching
That’s the past, isn’t it. You think it’s behind you, then one day you walk into a room and it’s there waiting for you.
Funny how soon you get used to it how quickly you come to rely on it A few kind words A single letter even Take them away and you feel like you’re falling apart It’s for the best you tell yourself it’s for the best
No one is there, only the blank faces of the houses arranged in a line, a hundred houses on one side, another hundred on the other, and beyond this street another street, and beyond that another and another and another, streets and streets and streets of houses and houses and houses, with people in each of them you know nothing about, have never laid eyes on. You’re in the city now. If you wanted to find someone, even someone you loved, you wouldn’t know where to begin. And when you start running you have no idea where you’re running to.
