"I let go of a breath I hadn't even known I was holding. This was what it was to have a friend, someone who knew exactly who you were and didn't blame you for it" (75).
"My mama didn't change herself in any way that you could easily put your finger on [when Grandma died]. She still opened the shop at seven thirty, taking care of the old ladies who got up at five, and she closed down at eight thirty, having taken care of the women who worked in offices. Everything was almost the same with her,but she went about her business in a way that put me in the mind of an old matchbook. You can scratch the head against the strip in the same way you always have, but you are not going to get any kind of spark" (194).
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