The Lovesick Cure Quotes

“Accepting the world’s realities, even when you didn’t understand them, was a basic necessity of existence in Ozark life.”
― Pamela Morsi, The Lovesick Cure

“You don’t want me to end up like you. I have to tell you, that’s always been kind of weird to me. I hope I end up like you. In fact, that’s the one goal that I’m really sure about. I want to be as much like you as possible.”

- Tree to Piney, in one of their father-son talks.”
― Pamela Morsi, The Lovesick Cure

“Suddenly, from the depths of that chair emerged the biggest, meanest-looking dog Jesse had ever seen. One side of his face had suffered some disfiguring injury.
The jaw hung slack and the eye on that side was missing.
Jesse froze in her tracks, terrified that she might be mauled by this monstrosity of a pet. She glanced
around, looking for a stick or a rock or anything to defend herself. There was nothing close but she was afraid to move. Surely if the animal were dangerous, Floyd and Alice Fay would have said something. Jesse waited tensely for a moment before realizing the dog wasn’t so much growling or barking as he was howling; loudly, purposefully howling.
“She don’t bite,” a voice called out. “She’s my hillbilly alarm system, letting me know that they’s strangers about.”
― Pamela Morsi, The Lovesick Cure

“I’ll tell you a secret about the men in this world. They like young pretty girls, but when pretty teams up with smart and resourceful, it’s more than an elixir, it’s nearly a dad-blamed aphrodisiac.”
― Pamela Morsi, The Lovesick Cure

“She was Grandma Will. That term felt foreign and unfitting to the relationship they had. She wondered if her father had ever called her Mother, Ma, Mom, Mama? Maybe in private he might have, but to the world, all the world, it was Aunt Will.”
― Pamela Morsi, The Lovesick Cure

“Madge did the honors. “Are you…keeping company with Doc Piney?”
Jesse answered carefully. “We are not dating, but we are seeing a lot of each other.” Factually true. Revealing nothing.
The three women sat silently for a long moment, sharing glances with each other.
“You know he has a sad history,” Walter Lou said finally.
“Of course she knows,” Madge said immediately.
“Everybody knows. The question is are you planning on breaking that man’s heart again?”
The suggestion was not at all what Jesse expected.
She stuttered out an answer.
“I…I don’t…I don’t think Piney knows me well enough to get his heart broken,” she managed finally.
“Oh, Lord, girl,” Madge said. “He’s a Baxley. A more lovelorn line of men never graced the earth.”
“That’s the truth of that,” Walter Lou agreed. “Those men dote on their women something fierce.”
― Pamela Morsi, The Lovesick Cure

“Piney woke up wearing a big grin on his face. He couldn’t remember when he’d slept so well. He pulled the pillow next to him up over his face. He could smell her hair on it.
“Jesse,” he murmured to himself. He liked her. He really liked her. And he loved, loved, loved doing her.
Being inside her. She was so hot. She was so tight. She was…
Piney stopped himself in midthought and rolled out of bed. His mind was headed where his body could not go.”
― Pamela Morsi, The Lovesick Cure

“You young folks today think you invented the world,” Aunt Will said. “Still, a dash of unlawful scrumping might work for you. A lot more folks have tried that recipe than my own, even if we don’t hear testimonials.”
She chuckled naughtily at that suggestion. Jesse giggled a bit herself.
The important thing was that her aunt was nodding and smiling again.
“But beware, DuJess,” Aunt Will told her. “Every cure has its side effects. It only seems fair to warn you. I suspect that a regular tonic of Piney Baxley can be potently habit forming.”
― Pamela Morsi, The Lovesick Cure

“I’ve got to get you home before I lose all my sanity and give in to the urge to imprison you here as a sex slave for my evil desires.”
Jesse sighed heavily. “That does sound tempting, but I’m pretty sure that Aunt Will would miss me.”
“She probably would,” Piney agreed. “And how could I explain to my son why I’ve got a woman locked up in my bedroom?”
― Pamela Morsi, The Lovesick Cure