Kindle Notes & Highlights
A vicious shaft of energy hit the path right in front of her sizzling into the new wet with a stink like hot bleach and dogsfart.
‘Well,’ and Miriam had to sit up to blow her nose. The impossibility of blowing the nose when weeping lying down has ruined many a pre-Raphaelite scene.
If you ask me there was nothing wrong with her, it was that husband of hers he didn’t understand her and he should have been in for treatment lots of husbands do that to wives they call it gaslighting I saw a play about that once she was gaslighted was Magdalen so he could go off with other women. My Dad did that to my Mum, and me. I hate him.’

