The handkerchief dabbed at my forehead. 'Ouch! You'll have a fine-looking bruise tomorrow.' 'Then you'll be able to distinguish me from Rose.' The handkerchief paused. 'I could tell you apart from the beginning. You're quite different to each other, you know.' Perhaps he could tell, in the obvious ways. The odd one was Rose; the other odd one was Briony.
Franny BillingsleyI have some questions about betrayal,โ I said. โThink about this: A person who calls you his best friend, and says he has dinner plans with you, goes off with a beautiful woman, saying heโll be back directly, then makes you wait half an hour because heโs kissing the woman in the alley. Is that betrayal?โ โOh, Lord.โ Eldric tossed back his wine.
Franny BillingsleyThoughts are strange creatures. They lead you from one thing to another. Sometimes you donโt know how you got from one to the next.
Franny BillingsleyWe laughed a lot and I grew warmer still, lovely and warm. I do realize that some of that warmth was due to the wine, but there was much more to it than that. There are two distinct aspects to Communion wine: one aspect is the wine itself, the other is the idea of communion. Wine is certainly warming, but communion is a great deal more so.
Franny Billingsley