“ Be nice to her, I muttered under my breath. She’s my sister; she got sick. She lost her kid. For all I know, she may have eaten her. Joan Frances Turner
“ Nine years ago I was alive. Nine years ago Jessica Anne Porter was fifteen years old. Joan Frances Turner
“ No, we wern't telling Teresa. Because she had that same smell on her skin too, that dead hoocow's awful sterile rot, and until I had some answers to throw in her face I was pretending everything was f… Joan Frances Turner
“ The whole right side of his face was smashed in, concave forehead and crushed cheekbone and one eye bugging precariously from a broken socket. He was purplish-black, and dirty white: Maggots seethed f… Joan Frances Turner
“ Isn't it wonderful when people do that, when you put all your faith in their being selfish and self -centered and not giving a damn and it turns out, all that time, you were wrong? Joan Frances Turner
