Montana Cherries Quotes

“at the last minute the previous Saturday. He felt bad about that. “I’m good,” he answered now. “Still working on my coffee.” She pulled out a chair and sank onto it. “How about something . . . that you can’t get here, then?” she asked, seeming embarrassed. It was endearing. “Like . . . an omelet?” he teased. She laughed. She was pretty—blonde, trim, maybe five-six. And she was nice. He’d”
― Kim Law, Montana Cherries

“New York was where I belonged,” she answered. “Three months ago. One month ago, even. But not anymore. I don’t need the escape anymore.” She shook her head. “I’m not healed. I won’t ever be healed. Childhood scars remain forever. But I am better. I’m mentally healthier. I can function in the world I live in without having to create make-believe barriers to keep it from being too hard, and most importantly . . . I want to function in the world I live in. But I want to do it in my world. My home. Here, in Montana. I want my own life. I want to love. And I want to be loved. So I’m back. For good.” He swallowed the words that rose to”
― Kim Law, Montana Cherries