Alice Sebold Quote
Above his bed the clock ticked off the minutes and I thought of the game Lindsey and I had played in the yard together: he loves me/he loves me not picked out on daisy’s petals. I could hear the clock casting my own two greatest wishes back to me in the same rhythm: Die for me/don’t die for me, die for me/don’t die for me. I could not help myself, it seemed, as I tore at his weakening heart. If he died, I would have him forever. Was this so wrong to want?We stood-the dead child and living-on either side of my father, both wanting the same thing. To have him to ourselves forever. To please us both was an impossibility.
Alice Sebold
Above his bed the clock ticked off the minutes and I thought of the game Lindsey and I had played in the yard together: he loves me/he loves me not picked out on daisy’s petals. I could hear the clock casting my own two greatest wishes back to me in the same rhythm: Die for me/don’t die for me, die for me/don’t die for me. I could not help myself, it seemed, as I tore at his weakening heart. If he died, I would have him forever. Was this so wrong to want?We stood-the dead child and living-on either side of my father, both wanting the same thing. To have him to ourselves forever. To please us both was an impossibility.