The two women switched to their native tongue. Kate tuned them out. She understood only half of what they were saying. As with most Americans, Dutch sounded to her more like a disease of the throat th...
The lust and fucking like rabbits and letting your life fall to shit so you can be around him - that's passion. It's borderline obsession. And it always burns itself out.
The fingerprinting was nothing like on TV. Instead of ink, Claire had to press her fingers onto a filthy glass plate so the swirls could be digitized into a computer. Her swirls, apparently, were very...
That is called paralipsis, or, from the Greek, apophasis, Rusty informed her. A rhetorical device by which you add emphasis to a subject by professing to say little or nothing about it. He was tapping...
She had seen this before. She knew that you could put it all in a little box and close it up later, that you could go on with your life if you didn't sleep too much, didn't breathe too much, didn't li...
She had felt this intense disembodiment for the last four days, really from the moment the Snake Man had told them to turn around. And then the police, the undertaker, asking if she wanted to see the...
She had felt capable of anything.
She glanced down the hallway, but Angie didn’t want to go into the bedrooms. She didn’t want to see where Michael screwed his wife, know that this was the place where he probably beat Gina. Had
Right. And when we asked the other inmates why she did it, they said that girls had been stealing her stuff. Not just her commissary. She’d put down a pen and the next thing she knows, it’s missing. S...
Proactive interference, Paul would have explained. It’s when previously acquired information inhibits our ability to process new information.
Paul must have watched the tapes on the same VCR that Lydia and Claire had seen in the Fuller house. Claire imagined her young, awkward husband sitting in front of the television watching his dead fat...
Paul looked at the man for the first time since he’d walked through the door. Should I go punch him in the nose? Yes. Will you take me to the hospital when he punches me back? Yes. Paul smiled, but on...
Or any number of the jobs she’d tried and failed at before seeing a story in The Atlanta Journal about women police officers being trained for motorcycle patrol. Motorcycle patrol! Kate laughed at her...
No matter what happened to you, no matter what horrors you endured when you were taken away, you will always be my pretty little girl.
Lydia's vingers stuitten op de lege bodem van de chipszak. Ze voelde zich ellendig. Ze had die chips helemaal niet gewild. Na de eerste hap proefde ze ze eigenlijk niet eens meer.
Lydia shook her head. There was no way to tell what had been in Paul’s mind. He knew from me what Anna Kilpatrick’s family was going through, and he watched those horrible movies despite that. Maybe b...
Life was like that. You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.
Lena had never understood people sending flowers to a funeral home, but she finally realized that the flowers were something for the living to enjoy, a reminder that there was still life in the world,...
I will take care of animals. I will have justice. I
I want you to know that this is what happens when you meet the person you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with: that restless feeling dissolves like butter. I