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This is why we have funerals. We desperately need to see the truth for ourselves,
“Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.”
I wonder how to fit the good and the bad of Suzanne into one package, but it’s impossible. She was the worst mother of all time. She was the best mother of all time.
A person can never go wrong with Christie.
He holds it up to show me. One Hundred Years of Solitude. It’s in Spanish, of course. “I’ve read it many times, but I love to read it again.”
I drink, and it’s cold and refreshing and spectacular. With a sigh, I set it back down. “Oh, I do love beer.”
waves. Sex is a biological imperative, and all sorts of systems are improved with regular intercourse. Sex for one is fine, and it can burn off a lot of bad energy, but sex for two is way more fun. Skin-to-skin eases the human animal.
After all, she’s been missing for more than fourteen years. She’s probably not going anywhere.
“You promised me food. I very rarely turn that down.”
A girl without a mother who protects her is a girl at the mercy of the world.
“Love is not always destructive,”
“We shouldn’t be doing this either.” He fell back on the sand. “Jesus, I’m so fucked up.” I laugh. “Me too!”
But it’s not about comparison, as my counselor used to say. My pain is my pain.
“He really was like some creature from a fairy tale, cursed and blessed in equal measures.”
“This is not some depressing Victorian novel where a woman who makes bad choices inevitably dies a terrible death.
I don’t know how to reconcile those two versions of him.
