You can know someone all your life, like your parents or family, but Iโll tell you this, Ned. Thereโs an expression on their face, or a tone in their voice, or a way they walk, that youโve never ever seen before. Like theyโve kept it hidden. Until their brother dies. Or their son. I remember those days and they were like these strangers and I wanted to say, Who are you people?
Melina MarchettaI can't wait to tell him one day," she says with a giggle. "'Hey, Chaz, guess what? We knew where your precious car was all the time.' I'd like to take a photo of his face. What do you think?" "I reckon I'd smile really nicely in the photo," Santangelo says behind me, yanking me out of the way, "knowing that you'll be keeping it under your pillow for the rest of your life.
Melina Marchetta