“Allow me to confide a few darker twists, now that I’m throwing this all out there to you, a perfect stranger I’m making privy to my snowballing epiphanies. For every blandishment lavished on her, for every popping flashbulb and cream-puff story, she rarely enjoyed a red-carpet existence.”
“My father told my brothers and me the story of how the statue of Saint Sebastian came to the village of Melilli, the village we once called home. Like so many stories, this one started with danger.”
Assassination is a tense, sweaty business. So Nick Averose found it odd, as he sat inside this bush for the fifty-third minute, how cozy his spot had become. Berry and pine scented the air, and the little enclosure reminded him of childhood games.
She was a ripple in a river that stretched back more than two thousand years. She was so sure she’d found her place in the world. The May that she sat for her thesis defense, cherry blossoms were bursting out all over the campus.
We all pretend to be someone we’re not. Mike poses as a guy’s guy, Mom pretends to be a socialmover-and-shaker, Mason pretends to be like Zach, and I playact, well, all the time. To be kinder, more loving, more interested, more likable, more devoted, more intelligent, more more more.
“The stoplight ahead shone red, and my leg was supposed to move to the brake pedal without a thought. Instead, it stiffened into a painful spasm and hit the gas pedal. My world went into slow motion as I swerved to avoid ramming into the UPS truck in front of me.”
“The Rio de la Plata is a corpulent snake, mused Ulrich; it nestles around your neck, it strangles you for your wallet or wedding band, anything of value, he said; whoever escapes alive?
…”he found himself dismayed by his general helplessness, which was not exactly the same as resenting what his daughter did for him, but the feelings existed along the same continuum.”