Back in Georgie's attic, he yanks the phone out of the socket and begins scrolling down the names under dialed calls, praying to anyone who will listen. God. Baby Jesus. Saint Thomas the doubter. Saint Whoever, patron saint of losers. Praying, Please, please, don't let it be true. The first name shatters him. The second makes his head spin.
Melina MarchettaTeresa, Teresa. Have we taught you nothing?" Raffy says in an irritated voice. "It's war. You go in and you hunt him down until he realises that he's made a mistake.
Melina MarchettaI look around for the counter that sells my scent, but I'm so petrified that if I spray it in the air, nothing will come out. And then Mia's scent seems to fade away and everything else fades away with it and I know that all I have to do to recapture it is press the spray button again.
Melina MarchettaIs your queen what you are searching for in a woman, Froi?" "I never imagined I was looking for something in a woman. But if I did, I'd have to judge her by the way I felt laying beside her before I went to sleep at night and how I felt in the morning waking up to her." "Oh, too profound, my friend. Much too profound.
Melina MarchettaMy old school, St Stellaโs, only goes to Year Ten and most of my friends now go to Pius Senior College, but my mother wouldnโt allow it because she says the girls there leave with limited options and she didnโt bring me up to have limitations placed upon me. If you know my mother, youโll sense thereโs an irony there, based on the fact that she is the Queen of the Limitation Placers in my life.
Melina Marchetta