Mary Potts Almost Senior (“Sweetie”) Quotes in Future Home of the Living God
I ignore the awful prickling in my throat, the reaction to the second time she said nobody.
“Just looking at Little Mary I can tell what a good mother you would be.”
From the picture window of the house, I can see them in the driveway, all together now, gesturing and talking, a phantasmagoria of parents […] I am at the center of some sort of vortex. I go dizzy.
I look down. At my feet there is a box of black Hefty steel sacks, no doubt placed there by Sweetie as a subtle hint. I bend over, put my pack and computer where I hope I’ll find them again, and pull the first plastic bag from the box.
Mary Potts Almost Senior (“Sweetie”) Quotes in Future Home of the Living God
I ignore the awful prickling in my throat, the reaction to the second time she said nobody.
“Just looking at Little Mary I can tell what a good mother you would be.”
From the picture window of the house, I can see them in the driveway, all together now, gesturing and talking, a phantasmagoria of parents […] I am at the center of some sort of vortex. I go dizzy.
I look down. At my feet there is a box of black Hefty steel sacks, no doubt placed there by Sweetie as a subtle hint. I bend over, put my pack and computer where I hope I’ll find them again, and pull the first plastic bag from the box.
