Finding Home Quotes

“mattress.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“mouth,”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“Hell is where I’m going. Crazy is where I’m at.”
― Jackie Weger, Eye of the Beholder

“Finding”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“The noise brought Gage to the kitchen. “What’s all the clatter in here?” Phoebe sniffed. “What clatter? I don’t hear any clatter.” He cocked a brow. “You probably have the ships out in the channel thinking they’re picking up distress signals.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“First chance she got she was going to figure out how to bed him. That’d make him sit up and take notice. She spun away and sallied into Shambeau’s.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“They had a sweet fishy smell that”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“His eyes were dark, deep-set, and thick-lashed. Sparking eyes, Phoebe thought. Most likely he used them to advantage on women. The idea made her feel an odd fluttering in her stomach. Had she been able to snag a man like him back home, why her whole family would still be together.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“good straight nose and kissing lips. All over his head was curly black hair, tidily cut. Went to”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“Phoebe spun around. Her jaw dropped. “Welfare! I ain’t. We ain’t. Were your ears”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“Phoebe’s pace hastened as she approached her truck parked in the lee of the building near the big trash compactor. She’d had to find a spot away from prying eyes because she couldn’t trust Maydean and Willie-Boy to behave without her standing over them. Like now, she noted, discovering Willie-Boy hanging out the window.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“Phoebe didn’t want to think about money. Or buying food.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“Lor!”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“God made me a woman. You got problems with that, you take it up with Him.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“Know this: there’s not a woman in the world that can best me.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“good”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“Phoebe”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“patting her hair and puckering her lips, one hand on the door”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“make no never mind. Now hush up. You’re makin’ me”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“brought a”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“a mirror intact. Willie-Boy was sitting behind the wheel pretending he was a race-car driver. They were frittering”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“hastened as she approached”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“There were candy shops, ice-cream parlors, dress shops, gold shops, shoe shops, toy shops, beauty shops, pet stores, bookstores, and department stores”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“shopping mall proved to be an adventure in prudence and self-control.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“volunteered at a Sisters”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“she approached her truck parked in the lee of the building near the big trash compactor”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“You never get hungry! And you’re never gonna get no job, either.”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“He muttered something beneath his breath. “I didn’t catch that,” Phoebe said, hanging on to her smile. “You probably don’t have a driver’s license either. You old enough to drive?” Offended, Phoebe bristled. Her smile faded. “Way old enough.” “How old?” “Twenty-six.” Disbelief made his eyes go cloudy. “I’m going to call the cops.” “Twenty-five. Almost. I swear. That’s what it says on my license.” The truth was that she was twenty-four, looking to be twenty-five and an old maid. She wanted to skip being twenty-five. She decided”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“The rest of the man’s face was filled out with a good straight nose and kissing lips. All over his head was curly black hair, tidily cut. Went to the barbershop every month most likely. Curls like that couldn’t be kept aright if left to grow wild. She ought to know. It’d been months since she’d had her own curls parlor”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home

“Did you get work?” he asked. “Not yet,” Phoebe said, brushing off the fact that the interviewer had insulted her down to muscle and bone. “I didn’t want that old job nohow. Dern it, Maydean. I told you not to mess with that mirror, didn’t I?” Twelve-year-old Maydean flounced. It took her whole body to do it. “How much money we got left, Phoebe? I’m hungry.” Phoebe didn’t want to think about money. Or buying food. Or where they were going to sleep that night. She reached up, adjusting the mirror. “We’ll eat when I get hungry.” “You never get hungry! And you’re never gonna get no job, either. You’re too”
― Jackie Weger, Finding Home