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She was an event organizer, tour guide, buyer, filer, job adviser, talking clock, housekeeper, walking encyclopedia, stationery provider, recommender of somewhere nice to eat lunch and a shoulder to cry on—all rolled into one.
Because Zelda died in February 1982. Three years before the message and date in the little book.
It made sense, to her, that she should look for a part-time job. But her husband, Thomas, was a traditional man. He believed that he should be the breadwinner and that Betty should look after their home and two daughters, Martha and Lilian. It meant that money was often in short supply in the Storm household.
she wasn’t sure what normal was any longer.
Whenever she wanted to meet a friend for coffee, or buy a new jar of face cream, she had to ask Thomas for money. Most of the time he gave it to her freely, but sometimes he questioned her, reminding her that it didn’t grow on trees.
the dad in this book is controlling in the flashbacks he acts like its th 1950s not 1970s
recommended a couple of feel-good novels to a lady who wore a yellow silk scarf with sunflowers on it, and she rearranged the thriller display.
really pays attention *
She’d lost the ability to process a compliment.
this character need good people.
for the final time. “All good, Ms. Storm?” he asked before he left. “Do you feel better already? Most people feel a sense of relief when all their stuff has gone, but some get in a right old panic, kind of a what-have-I-done sensation, but that’s totally natural.
“To other people, our book might be just a few battered old pages, words and pictures. But when we read the stories, we remember how we felt when we told them. It may sound crazy, but the more people who hear them, the less I connect them to our family history. Do you understand what I mean?”
