“Montana is the hostess, a pretty, pleasantly blank-looking high-school-age girl. It’s not profound blankness—just the vacancy of youth. A certain position of the head, a set of the eyes, all of which can be transformed by twenty-two or twenty-five or twenty-seven, her eyes sharper, head tilted down into life, ready for impact. She just needs something terrible to happen to her, and then needs to do something terrible to someone else. After that, she’s all set.”
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Scott Hutchins,
A Working Theory of Love