Joar’s Mom Quotes in My Friends
Chapter 14 Quotes
When Joar got home that evening, his old man almost beat him to death, and if it hadn’t been so unbearably cruel, it would have been almost ironic, beating a child because he had been fighting at school. His old man came down on him like an avalanche, and it wasn’t even to teach him a lesson. He just did it because when the principal called him, he had had to sit there and pretend to be a proper parent, a real dad. It had reminded that bastard of what he really was: nothing. That was why he beat the boy extra hard.
Chapter 16 Quotes
“Yes, she really was remarkable at growing things, everything smelled so good around her. She managed to help everything… survive.”
His mouth drowns in wrinkles at the end of the sentence.
“You must all have liked her very much if her flowers were included in the painting,” Louisa declares.
Ted cleans his crooked glasses to give himself a chance to blink more slowly.
“Yes. Everyone loved her.”
Chapter 46 Quotes
Joar had sold many bicycles in his life, but that day was the first time he had sold his own. And that was the money they used to buy the canvas and paint that would change the world.
Chapter 51 Quotes
In a voice so fragile that Louisa has to lean across the table to hear, Joar explains that he had prepared a small box. He was going to pretend he’d found another bird, and look extra happy so his old man would hate him more than ever. He would leave the knife under the flowers outside the window again, then he would wait until his old man stumbled into his room, and when the bastard grabbed the box Joar would reach through the window for the knife and stab his old man before he had time to react. It was a good plan. It would have worked if he had gotten the chance.
Chapter 53 Quotes
“You took care of him? Despite everything he had done to you?”
“He became a different man. It’s hard to explain. He could hardly talk, he needed help eating, washing, going to the bathroom… but that isn’t what made the difference. The real difference was in his eyes. There was no hatred in them anymore. Hell, in the end even I didn’t hate him anymore. In those last years I called him ‘Dad’ when I fed him. I’d never called him that in my entire life.”



