“Do you know who I think keeps saying that they’re fine? Over and over?” Maud’s shoulders set. Some instinct in Violet pricked its ears and said: You’ve miscalculated again. Maud said, “People who are desperately scared, and awfully sad, and too small to admit it.” And she turned around and left Violet in the larger room, with the larger bed, and with a feeling like a metal spike between her ribs.
