Ross held her face between his hands and kissed her. He tasted doubt on her tongue and pain on the roof of her mouth. He swallowed these, and drank again. Consumed, she had no choice but to see how empty he was inside, and how, sip by sip, she filled him.
Jodi Picoult[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. โFour hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till weโre out of purgatory for the weekend.โ โMaybe later,โ I murmur, still distracted by the dayโs previous events. โSo, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested.โ โHuh?โ I say.
Jodi PicoultIn my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.
Jodi Picoult