Should I ever again sink into illness, I'm sure I'll remember Eldric. I'll remember he cared for me. I'll remember that someone had at least taken the time to touch my face.
Franny BillingsleyHe scooped up my arm, swung me round. โLet go, Cecil,โ I said. โIโve a strange dislike of being forced.โ โBut Briony,โ he said, โIโm so full of good spirits. I could walk to London, I think!โ Why didnโt he?
Franny BillingsleyThis is what I want. I want people to take care of me. I want them to force comfort upon me. I want the soft-pillow feeling that I associate with memories of being ill when I was younger, soft pillows and fresh linens and satin-edged blankets and hot chocolate. It's not so much the comfort itself as knowing there's someone who wants to take care of you.
Franny BillingsleyFather sighed. โPlease spare me these arguments of yours.โ โWhose arguments should I use?
Franny BillingsleyIt is true that I can trip over anything and nothing โ a speck of dust, a patch of sunlight, an idea. I move through life like a person with one eye, through a landscape that looks flat, but is really tricked out with hidden depths and shallows. It didnโt use to be so, but no matter. I navigate the world well enough in my own way.
Franny Billingsley