Tal told me he loved me, and told me and told me, but you don't tell someone that and then tell them they're not experienced enough in bed and should read a book or something to learn, or they should try wearing deep-red lipstick and tight skirts to look hot like their best friend once in a while. If Tal hadn't lied to me when he said he loved me, I might not be without a future right now, a sucker who was so chickenshit she allowed herself to believe a false dream from a false god. I'm not sure I ever even liked Tal, much less loved him.
Rachel CohnWhy do you lie" I ask her. "To block the truth." Fair enough. Naomi goes on. "Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the truth all the time. It's too exhausting.
Rachel CohnDumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.
Rachel CohnThe best is when we all go at once, like an army of interrelated popcorn zombies who laugh the same laughs and gasp the same gasps and arenโt so germ-phobic with each other that we wonโt share a ginormous Coke with one straw. Family is useful like that.
Rachel CohnI could become a nun even if I am a non-believer. I'll learn to fake it like Nick did with me. I will minister the gospel of compassion and kindness and please, always use a condom, from famine-stricken nations to war-torn dead zones. It's possible I might become a nun who kisses other nuns.
Rachel CohnShe told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then Iโll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal.โ โItโs Christmas, Dashiel. Canโt you give that atitude a rest?โ โMerry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents.โ โWhat presents?โ โIโm sorryโthose were all from Mom, werenโt they?
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