They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona's hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing he might do, or say, could. Her grief would run its course, like a fever, and release her when it was spent. He would not shush her or tell her it was God's will and that her da was better off. That was rubbish and they both knew it. When something hurt as bad as this, you had to let it hurt. There were no shortcuts.
Jennifer DonnellyFor the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.
Jennifer DonnellyWords fail me sometimes. I have read most every word in the Websterโs International Dictionary of the English Language, but I still have trouble making them come when I want them to. Right now I want a word that describes the feeling you get โ a cold sick feeling deep down inside โ when you know something is happening that will change you, and you donโt want it to, but you canโt stop it. And you know you will never be the same again.
Jennifer Donnelly