For a moment, she had been strong. For a moment, she had trembled from that strength. For a moment, anything was possible, a future, a way to make it better, to make it right, to step out of this rut, out of these weights that clung to her like bricks in her pockets. For almost an entire evening, there was possibility.
The more I read this side of the book, the more I came to appreciate how it was phrased. It was a very intriguing way to tell a completely parallel story.
