"But on our side, perfectly positioned between Mabel's place and mine, it says OPEN. If this were a short story, it would mean something" (71).
"Since we'd met, we had a thing for our names' symmetry. An M followed by a vowel, then a consonant, then a vowel, then a consonant. We thought it was important. We thought it must have meant something" (78).
"'Are you the kind of person who seeks out grief? Or do you just like that book?'
'I don't know,' I told her. 'I don't think I'm that kind of person.'
'I don't either,' she said. 'But it was an interesting thing to say.'
I thought that it was more likely the opposite. I must have shut grief out. Fount it in books. Cried over fiction instead of the truth. The truth is unconfined, unadorned. There was no poetic language to it, no yellow butterflies, no epic floods...The truth was vast enough to drown in" (88).
"I stared at it. Drank my glass of water and filled it up again. I kept looking for a long time, but I couldn't think of a single thing it might mean" (89).
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