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He looks at his hand, resting on his cup of coffee, and then observes the distance between his hand and Jake’s helpful face. It’s amazing how people live day to day without hurting each other.
his expression is moneyed and free of pain, like a royal corpse.
Remy doesn’t answer him. He knows how to stand. He just forgot.
She sits in this beautiful bedroom, in her yellowed nightshirt with her wet face, looking completely wrong—like a piece of toilet paper stuck on a soufflé.
Alicia can already tell that she’s making a happy memory. It occurs to her that decisions that at the time felt wrong—leaving Remy alone with Jen, for example—were in fact so easy to make because they were actually correct, leading her to this moment with Remy, listening to the waves and bound together by the theft of the alcohol.
To employ that metaphor of escape velocity—which her recovery counselors liked so much—it’s as if she has been ejected from the burning rocket and spat into the cold peace of outer space.
