All's Fair and Other California Stories Quotes

“I married an American man I met in a supermarket parking lot. He worked in construction, and when I met him he was sitting in his truck swallowing beer. I fell in love with his arms; they were golden from the sun and a thin film of dust glistened on his blonde hairs. These are the things of love, my father once told me. “Cuídese, mi hija. It only takes one thing.”
― Linda Feyder, All's Fair and Other California Stories

“Surprisingly, though, what she’d already missed most was no longer there to leave. The texture rather than the fabric. The way things were done rather than the actual things. She missed the cheerful, efficient way Louis had unfolded the card table rather than the weekly bridge game with Don and Beryl. The eager way his hands riffled through the Sunday Times, not the thick newspaper they hauled to the Polish diner as part of their weekly ritual. She missed the mornings of bumping into his large body in their small kitchen, a nuisance she now understood as a tactile pleasure.”
― Linda Feyder, All's Fair and Other California Stories

“She was reluctant to admit that Buckeye had become what her sons called “a hick town.” The Sears and Roebuck no longer delivered, there were no new shiny, neon shopping malls, and the peach farmers, whose abounding yields had once been the town’s glory, had either moved or were slowly dying off. The few shopkeepers who eked out a living now catered to tourists who came in late Friday afternoons on their way to the emerging gambling oasis in Laughlin, Nevada. Indian mocassins and peach jam in jars with fake old-fashioned labels were loaded into their foreign cars before they sped through the invisible town to the highway lined with crooked Joshua trees.”
― Linda Feyder, All's Fair and Other California Stories