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This is a home where doors don’t close properly and towels never dry and if you open a bag of chips, you better eat them all in one sitting because they’ll be stale within the hour.
They ate cross-legged out on the porch while the sun bathed them in a thick honeyed light.
The end of summer was the saddest time of year.
“I’m here for the foreseeable future, Mom.”
I am lucky, Mallory thinks. I am blessed. I am so, so lonely, she thinks. She’s not sure what she’ll do if
“It seems so unfair,” Mallory says. “I spend so much time being jealous of her and she doesn’t even know enough to be jealous of me.”
“Are you okay?” Mallory asks. “It looks like you’re a thousand miles away.” “Actually,” he says, “I’m right here.”
Fifi’s experience with children this age is nonexistent; she might as well be meeting a lemur.
Politics covers such a vast spectrum of issues that it’s unlikely any two Americans hold the exact same views; each person’s political DNA is unique, like biological DNA.
You’re like one of the sea captain’s wives, standing on your widow’s walk.
Ursula doesn’t deal with the issue head-on partly because she can’t summon the emotional energy and partly because she’s afraid if she pulls the wrong block, the whole Jenga tower will fall.
“And the worst thing about being young is not being able to appreciate that you’re young because you aren’t old enough to know any better.”
When the golden hour arrives, making everything look like it’s been dipped in honey,
