Our Missing Hearts

” I just don’t want anything to happen to you, if you keep pushing this, Michelle said.  Or to Lev. And most of all to Sadie.  

Sadie’s mother took a long slow sip.  The coffee had gone cold.  

What makes you think, she said finally, that any of us will be safe if I don’t?

It was just a few weeks later that they’d come for Sadie.”

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Us Against You

“Perhaps one day he’ll find words for that feeling of being different.  How physical it is.  Exclusion is a form of exhaustion that eats its way into your skeleton.  People who are like everyone else, who belong to the norm, the majority, can’t possibly understand it.  How can they?”

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The Thursday Murder Club

“Elizabeth had formed the Thursday Murder Club with Penny.  Penny had been an inspector in the Kent Police for many years, and she would bring along the files of unsolved murder cases.

    She wasn’t really supposed to have the files, but who was to know?  After a certain age, you can pretty much do whatever takes your fancy.  No one tells you off, except for your doctor and your children.”

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Mercury Pictures Presents

“Annunziata marveled at her daughter’s folly.  The better you know someone the less understandable they become. That’s what intimacy is- not a threshold of knowledge but a capitulation to ignorance, an acceptance that another person is made as bewildered and ungovernable by her life as you are by yours.”

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If I Survive You

“Just weeks before I came home from college last year, my mother said to hell with Miami, with this whole damn country- the rat race, all of it- let the bank foreclose on her house, and dipped back to Jamaica.  She says she can finally breathe now.  She feels freed by the privilege of relative racelessness.  In 2009, Kingston’s murder rate reached the highest per on record, and may mom returned there so she could finally feel safe.”

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Killers of a Certain Age

“I headed off, passing the bar where Hector stood polishing glasses and staring out to sea.  I would have waved, but he didn’t even notice me.  That’s the thing about being a sixty-year-old woman- no one notices you unless you want them to. That fact doesn’t do your ego any favors, but in cases like this, it was damned handy.”

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