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Be glorious, always.
She’d rest a writing pad on her knees and think of ways to describe the moon.
The library had been her Narnia, and it still was.
Freedom. She imagined it might be what freedom felt like.
Blue Skies and Stormy Seas
We loved books more than we loved boys. Which probably explains why I’m still single.’
She was beginning to realize that it was impossible to remember everything about a person from the past. You formed your own idealized picture of them, rather than an accurate one.
I want to see bright lights, and hear music, and see young people having fun. I want to remember doing it myself.’
And the puppet-maker’s wife knew that even though Mary was free from her strings, staying at home was like being tied to her criss-cross of wood, for ever.
She hadn’t heard her biological clock ticking as such. It was more a landslide sensation, as her hopes slipped away.
She’d had the foundations in place for a different life, but she let them crumble.
You’re only as old as you feel.’ ‘But I feel bloody ancient.’
I want to be glorious again.
She had locked him in her mind so that he was forever young, and they were forever in love.
‘It’s Christmas, Nana. Everything is forgotten and forgiven on Christmas Day.
