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the blood spattering thick as paint onto the tile floors. Then on to the scalding tank.
Jfc do we have to be so descriptively dark with everything?? Author, r u okay??
For the sake of full disclosure, I should add that my mother owns the whole operation and receives approximately $1.2 million in profits from it annually. She lets other people run it.
Doesn’t seem like the type of woman who could stomach a job like that … and yet I feel like she’s the killer … ?
“Now it’s ruined. The whole thing is ruined. It’s the dining room—it can’t have a table that doesn’t match. I hate it!”
They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow. Washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.
Wow. Yes.
Every tragedy that happens in the world happens to my mother, and this more than anything about her turns my stomach. She worries over people she’s never met who have a spell of bad chance. She cries over news from across the globe. It’s all too much for her, the cruelty of human beings.
“You keep it together, girl. You’re doing real good. You’re going to be fine. And if you feel unfine, call me. I’ll get you out.”
Endearing man
“I’m serious. Camille, let me say this: Right now, way things are with your mother, you’re better in Chicago.
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“She tutored Ann in English and spelling. Your mother and Ann were very close. Ann was very proud she had an adult friend.”
Uh……..
“I’m not quite done talking with Mr. Nash.” “Yes, you are.” Adora looked at Nash for confirmation, and he smiled awkwardly, like someone staring down the sun. “Maybe we can pick this up later, Miss … Camille.” A word suddenly flashed on my lower hip: punish. I could feel it getting hot.
Adora, you bitch
“I think I finally realized why I don’t love you,” she said.
Again, Adora…you bitch
“Headstrong. Like those girls. I tried to be close with those girls, those dead girls.” “What do you mean be close with them?” “They reminded me of you, running around town wild. Like little pretty animals. I thought if I could be close with them, I would understand you better.
Did Amma see Adora getting close to these girls, taking the attention off her, and SHE killed them???
“And now you come back and all I can think of is ‘Why Marian and not her?’”
Jeez, this book certainly has me sympathizing with Camille. What a mother.
lunged
!!!!!!
wish I could fix it.
Fix what? Being a hormonal teenager?
“I had a very nice time last night.”
Flirty. Nice.
I need a drink.”
Shocking
many mentions of a nightgown
humidititties are not for me
“I hurt,” she squealed, and twirled out onto the street, spinning flamboyantly, her head back, her arms outstretched like a swan. “I love it!”
!!!!
Uhhh excuse me??
Gypsy rose ??
YES
Men love to put things inside women, don’t they?
Adora…..???????
Uhh this better not be happening
“MBP?”
seriously, he is a fuck
