- nos4a2, joe hill
- "her father walked out with the pail of sick. he came back with a glass of ice water. she drank half in three swallows. it was so cold it set off a fresh shivering fit. chris pulled the blankets up around her again, put his hand on her shoulder, waiting for the chill to pass. he didn't move. he didn't talk. it was calming just to have him there, to share in his easy, self-assured silence, and in almost no time at all she felt herself sliding down into sleep." (p. 33)
- "'hey,' he said. 'hey. i won't let anything bad happen to you. you're all right now. i've got your back.'" (p. 181)
- "she loved wayne too much to press the pedal to the floor and go flying into the darkness. she'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe. when wayne fell asleep, his hot cheek against her naked breast, his lips smelling sweetly of the milk from her own body, she felt as if she was the one who had been fed." (p. 199)
- "her father's voice, her lover's jacket. for a moment she was aware of both the men in her life looking after her. she had thought they were both better off without her and that she was better off without them, but now here, in the dirt, it came to her that she had never really gone anywhere without them." (p. 352)
- "if she had not been tethered to lou, she would've floated away." (p. 409)
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