V.C. Andrews Quote
Pragmatic, blithe, the eternal, cockeyed optimist, Chris sings when he works in the gardens. When he shaves in the mornings he hums some ballet tune, feeling no trepidations, no regrets, as if long, long ago he had been the man who danced in the shadows of the attic and had never, never let me see his face. Did he know all along that just as he had won over me in all other games it would be him in the end?Why hadn’t I known?Who had shut my eyes?It must have been Momma who told me once, Marry a man with dark, dark eyes, Cathy. Dark eyes feel so terribly intense about everything. What a laugh! As if blue eyes lacked some profound steadfastness; she should have known better.
Pragmatic, blithe, the eternal, cockeyed optimist, Chris sings when he works in the gardens. When he shaves in the mornings he hums some ballet tune, feeling no trepidations, no regrets, as if long, long ago he had been the man who danced in the shadows of the attic and had never, never let me see his face. Did he know all along that just as he had won over me in all other games it would be him in the end?Why hadn’t I known?Who had shut my eyes?It must have been Momma who told me once, Marry a man with dark, dark eyes, Cathy. Dark eyes feel so terribly intense about everything. What a laugh! As if blue eyes lacked some profound steadfastness; she should have known better.
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