Sometimes It Is A Relief To Be

Marnie Loved Her Better And More Honestly Than Anyone Else In The World, With The Possible Exception Of Her Mother, Who Loved Her Intensely If Not Honestly.

The Present No Matter What I Brought Couldn’t Change The Past. The Past Was Set And Sealed.

Bridget Cried For The Leavers And The Left. For The People, Like Herself, Grimly Forsaking What Precious Gifts They Would Ever Get.

Maybe There Is More Truth In How You Feel Than In What Actually Happens.

But It Was Smell That Carried Memory.