The window was still open.โ Mr Lisbon said. โI donโt think weโd ever remembered to shut it. It was all clear to me. I knew I had to close it or else sheโd go on jumping out of it forever
Jeffrey EugenidesIt 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 EugenidesWhenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.
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