Linda Francis Lee Quote
It’s over for me, isn’t it? The old man glanced across the room mid-chew. What do you mean? I’m not getting my body back. He shrugged. Probably not. My head swam. It didn’t matter that at some level I had suspected the truth; hearing the words spoken out loud felt like a kick in the teeth. Why didn’t you tell me before? You’re a smart guy, Alexander, and we both know you had already figured it out. That’s always the way with people—truth staring them in the face but unwilling to accept it. He ate another cookie quietly. But, he added, even if I had spelled it out you wouldn’t have believed me. You weren’t ready or willing to accept it yet. You’d just have gotten all worked up.
Linda Francis Lee
It’s over for me, isn’t it? The old man glanced across the room mid-chew. What do you mean? I’m not getting my body back. He shrugged. Probably not. My head swam. It didn’t matter that at some level I had suspected the truth; hearing the words spoken out loud felt like a kick in the teeth. Why didn’t you tell me before? You’re a smart guy, Alexander, and we both know you had already figured it out. That’s always the way with people—truth staring them in the face but unwilling to accept it. He ate another cookie quietly. But, he added, even if I had spelled it out you wouldn’t have believed me. You weren’t ready or willing to accept it yet. You’d just have gotten all worked up.