It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
Jeffrey EugenidesLuxโs frequent forged excuses from phys. Ed. She always used the same method, faking the rigid tโs and bโs of her motherโs signature and then, to distinguish her own handwriting, penning her signature, Lux Lisbon, below, the two beseeching Lโs reaching out for each other over the ditch of the u and barbed-wire x.
Jeffrey EugenidesWhen I think back about my immediate reaction to that redheads girl, it seems to spring from an appreciation of natural beauty. I mean the heart pleasure you get from looking at speckled leaves or the palimpsested bark of plane trees in Provence. There was something richly appealing to her color combination, the ginger snaps floating in the milk-white skin, the golden highlights in the strawberry hair. it was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors.
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