My daughter squealed again and both Bubba and I winced. Itโs not an attractive sound, that. Itโs high-pitched and it enters your ear canals like hot glass. No matter how much I love my daughter, I will never love her squealing. Or maybe I will. Maybe I do. Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I canโt remember when a block of it didnโt rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, canโt be repaired. What, if lost canโt be replaced. I love my burdens.
Dennis LehaneYour first family is your blood family and you always be true to that. That means something. But there's another family and that's the kind you go out and find. Maybe even by accident sometimes. And they're as much blood as your first family. Maybe more so, because they don't have to look out for you and they don't have to love you. They choose to.
Dennis LehaneYou've learned that every good lie is threaded with truth and every accepted truth leaks lies.
Dennis Lehane