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American by birth, Southern by the grace of God.
“And why are we supposed to feel sorry for Hester? She’s a tramp.”
The 80s are so annoying. Also idk if a Catholic/religious school is the best authority to teach this novel...
“Now that’s not entirely true,” he said. “I just never thought about you long enough to develop an opinion.”
“Corn dogs,” the exorcist said, “are all the proof I need that there is a God.”
love you,” Abby shouted into the storm. “I love you, Gretchen Lang. You are my reflection and my shadow and I will not let you go. We are bound together forever and ever! Until Halley’s Comet comes around again. I love you dearly and I love you queerly and no demon is bigger than this! I throw my pebble and its name is Gretchen Lang and in the name of our love, BEGONE!!!”
Abby and Gretchen still kept up, but it was phone calls and letters, then postcards and voicemail, and finally emails and Facebook likes. There was no falling-out, no great tragedy, just a hundred thousand trivial moments they didn’t share, each one an inch of distance between them, and eventually those inches added up to miles.
although those inches may add up to miles, sometimes those miles were only inches after all.
Abby Rivers and Gretchen Lang were best friends, on and off, for seventy-five years, and there aren’t many people who can say that. They weren’t perfect. They didn’t always get along. They screwed up. They acted like assholes. They fought, they fell out, they patched things up, they drove each other crazy, and they didn’t make it to Halley’s Comet. But they tried.
