They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?
In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.
When you love someone you let them take care of you.
It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.
I tell you this as a cautionary tale: beware of getting what you want. It's bound to disappoint you.
History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.