The only thing I don't divulge is the truth about Mother killing little Carolina. I don't know why. Perhaps I sense he's not ready to know that just yet. Maybe he never will. People can live with only so much honesty. And sometimes, people can suprise you. I talk to my brother as I never have before, trusting in him, letting the river listen to my confessions on its path toward the sea. ~pg 693
Libba BrayTheta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. โIโm embalmed.โ โPotted and splificated?โ โOssified to the gills. Time for night-night.
Libba BrayCash or check?โ he said cheekily. Even the dullest Ohio girls knew that bit of lingo: Kiss now or kiss later? โBankโs closed, pal.
Libba BrayI do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.
Libba Bray