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"I'm dying to talk to Mr. Vanders," says Phoebe. "He could help." "I talked to him today," Jane says, remembering. "He says that the more we embrace our lack of cohesion, the better off we are." "That sounds like Mr. Vanders," says Phoebe wistfully. "But this is different, isn't it?" Jane says. "This weird feeling? Don't you feel like it's coming from outside us? Like, from the walls and the ceiling?"
— Mar 14, 2018 10:09AM
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"I want to go home," Jane says. "Please, god, let me go home." It's funny to find herself speaking words that sound like prayer. She's never been religious, she doesn't know what she believes, and she doesn't really know what she means by home, either. She does, however, give herself a second to mourn the brown-rose-copper umbrella with the brass handle. Her heroic-journey umbrella.
— Mar 15, 2018 07:54AM
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"I saw the Okadas sneaking around last night," she blurts out. "With Patrick." Lucy's eyes narrow on her. "What do you mean? Where?" "In the servants' quarters," says Jane. "Just after four in the morning." "I think that's when Philip was called away," says Lucy. "Patrick was probably just helping him organize a boat." Jane almost says something, then stops.
— Mar 13, 2018 08:11AM
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Finally,there was a photograph of Aunt Magnolia herself, standing, in scuba gear, on a New Zealand seafloor, touching the nose of an enormous southern right whale who peered at her with quiet dignity. Aunt Magnolia had been so encouraged by her visit to New Zealand, where the sea life is fiercely protected by law. "It gives me hope for the world," she'd said. She'd been that way. Hopeful.
— Mar 12, 2018 07:55AM
