Stacey: "I'm surprised you haven't thrown me out." Comfort: "At your current weight, I'd need some sort of catapult.
Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.
The at-home mother's life: it was a race with no finish line.
Nothing was easier to shatter than the fragile shield of an idealist.
If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.
Before this trip and all that she'd learned about the three of them, she would have gotten angry or changed the subject. Anything to obscure the pain she felt. Now she knew better. You carried your pain with you in life. There was no outrunning it.