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“Look back for too long and you’ll end up with a mess of broken dreams and a crick in your neck.”
Cricket was more aligned with the promises of the New Testament, while Meemaw stubbornly held on to the hellfire and brimstone of the Old.
How was it that each of her children knew precisely which buttons to push and how much pressure to apply to shatter her? Then again, maybe it was because they’d spent all those months inside her own body, nestled against her heart, that they knew exactly how to break it.
“No, these days, they don’t make things that last. Hell, they want ’em to break so you’ve got to go out and buy another right after the warranty runs out.
“And what good is all that success if you lose the people that are most important, honey?
