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You can figure on getting about two things done a day, and one of ’em is getting out of bed.”
“To have a family is real strange,” said India thoughtfully. “All these people you wouldn’t have anything to do with except that they’re related to you.
it was so boring here that there wasn’t anything better to do than get scared, that’s all.”
He had not minded admitting to his wife that he was fearful of being the last to go to sleep at Beldame; but he would have been ashamed to have it known that he was also frightened of being the first to rise. Anyone could understand night terror, but what could one say of a man whose fears persisted through the dawn?
“Your whole life is a fucking trauma,” said Luker. “You just don’t know it yet. Wait’ll you grow up, then you’ll see how fucked-up you were . . .”
India had previously entertained no sympathy for the Southern way of life, with its pervasive friendliness, its offhanded viciousness, its overwhelming lassitude. She had always wanted to punch it into shape, to make it sit up straight and say what it meant—but Beldame proved too much for her.