Francesca Shaw > Quotes

“Where are you taking it?” he asks suspiciously “Home,” I answer from between the seats. “Well, this is for Rosie and the baby,” he says. I don’t reply. “Does Rosie know about this?” No Terry, this has all been an elaborate plot so I could steal your crib from the side of the road on a Saturday afternoon.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“She quirks her brow. She’s definitely got the Mum look down. Smudge and I are never going to get away with anything.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“she rounds the doorway with the TV from the living room cradled in her arms. “Ah,” I drawl. “My meds.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“I’ll pay you rent.” Though would that make Jackson my landlord? Gross. “Absolutely not. Your money is your money and my money is your money.” He shoots me his trademark smirk and I tug at his shirt. “Jackson, be serious. I have to contribute something–” “If you even think about offering to pay rent, I will transfer it straight back into your account.” “You wouldn’t.” “Try me.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“I fell in love with the dress when I saw it and used almost an entire paycheck from waitressing to buy it. It hugged my curves in all the right places and made me feel like a million bucks…until I got home from my party and found messages from my sister saying I looked like a pig in lipstick. I shoved it in my wardrobe and never wore it again.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“Rosalie, how are you?” I stumble. Should I tell her that I’m potentially making her a grandma? “Uh⁠—” “Lovely, look I’m just calling because Cleo’s birthday is coming up.” “Oh,” I say, quietly. “Right.” “What are you going to buy her?” “Uhm.” What am I going to buy the sister who has literally everything she’s ever asked for? “What does she want?” “Really Rosalie, you should ask her,” Mum scolds. “Okay.” I rub my eyes behind my glasses. “Yeah, I’ll text her.” “I have to go now, but make sure it’s a good gift this year, yes? Let’s not have a repeat of her twenty fifth.” I bite back my sigh. For Cleo’s twenty fifth a few years ago, I bought her a signed vinyl of our favorite band growing up. I was so pleased, I was convinced she would love it. When we gathered for her party in a fancy restaurant and I handed it over, she looked at me disgusted and said, “I haven’t listened to this since I was a teenager. Can you return it?” It was awful, and my family has not let me forget it.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“I used to take for granted how easy it was to get around before Olive came along. I used to put my shoes on, put my wallet in my pocket and then I would just…leave the house. Now, I have a mental checklist the length of my arm, and a tiny sidekick that needs to be fed every couple of hours.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“Ask any man in this position, a pretty girl begging him to fuck her bareback on a balcony in a French castle, and see what they say.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“I clear my throat. “Do you uh, remember when you got pregnant with Cody?” “Uh, yeah it’s kind of hard to forget the birth of my one and only child, Jackie.” “What do you…” I start with no idea what I actually need from her. “What did you do?” There’s silence on the other end and it causes me to wince. “Jackson,” Ella says quietly. “Why do you want to know?” “Uhm,” I muse, in what I hope is a convincing tone. “Jackson Harper.” My sister repeats, more firmly. “What!” I exclaim, “Am I not allowed to ask?” “About events from thirteen years ago? You’re allowed to ask but I’m allowed to ask why.” “Y’know what? Forget I said anything, forget we had this conversation.” I could hang up, but I don’t. Instead I listen to the dead air, and occasional yap from Nina’s new puppy. Finally, Ella sighs. “Fine, I’ll drop it for now.” “Thank you,” I say, pulling at my beard. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, I’m nearly home now and I have to get this one inside, so I have to go.” “Okay,” I say. “Say hi to everyone for me.” “I will. Jackie?” she asks. “Hmm?” “Is she okay?” I nod my head even if she can’t see me. “Yeah.” I let out a long breath as a smile tugs at my mouth. “Yeah, she’s fucking amazing.” I hear Ella’s smile through the phone.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“I fumble in my bag for my phone. Tugging it free, I almost collapse against a wall as I click on the video. “Get ready with me as I tell you the story about how my sister Rosie got knocked up by Jackson Harper. Yeah, that one…” Cleo. Cleo posted this? I can barely concentrate on the words coming out of her mouth, barely recognizing the background of my parents bathroom as she goes through a ten step makeup routine while she tells millions of people about my baby.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“She nods her head. “I just don’t know why they don’t like me.” Ice shoots through my veins as I tuck her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her and swaying her in place.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“I’m six foot five, two hundred pounds and she’s wrapping me up in a pink fluffy towel.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“If there comes a day I can’t carry you, I need to get back in the gym.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“The drawers are empty now, so I attempt to lift the corner to pull it out from the wall. “Jackson,” Anya calls out to the boys. “She’s trying to lift things again.” I glare at her. Traitor. “Rosie Taylor, blankets and cushions only!” “How many cushions does the man think I have?” I grumble. “I heard that!” Jackson shouts, from down the hall. “And the answer is not enough.” Anya snorts. “It’s cute how protective he is.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“How are you feeling? ROSIE Good, craving a ham sandwich ME Get one ROSIE I don’t even eat meat! Plus no processed meat allowed according to the internet. ME Damn I’ll eat one for you ROSIE My hero ME What else are you craving? (That’s acceptable, safe and legal) ROSIE Ha nothing yet but I’ll let you know ME Please do ROSIE Yesterday I really wanted salted caramel ice cream It takes me less than two minutes to open a food delivery app, and I send her the screenshot of the confirmation. Rosie You didn’t just do that! Me Anything you want pretty girl, I told you that”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“Can I say that I fucking hate your sister?” she bursts out. “Annie,” I say weakly. “I hated her since the day she commented that you looked frumpy in your nineteenth birthday dress. Do you remember that? I do. I’ll never forget it. I thought that girl was either blind, dumb or jealous because you looked like a smokeshow in that dress and then you never wore it again.” “I still have it.” “It would be a crime to get rid of it. Leave me alone in a room with her, and I tell you she won’t have that smug grin for one more minute.”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It

“Wait, wait, wait,” Anya says, catching her breath and tugging her phone out of her pocket. “We took photos out there, I need a visual.” “Oh my God,” I groan. “You do not need a visual.” She shoves her phone in my face, showing me candid pictures of her and Danny laughing as he twirls her in his arms overlooking the same view I stared out at before Jackson found me. “Here?” I swipe my finger through the pictures until the shadowy alcove can be seen in the background. I point quickly before pulling my hand back under the duvet. “There?” Anya pinches her fingers on the screen. “Would you stop zooming in?” I groan. “I need to know so I can tell my future nibling where they were conceived.” “Why would you need to tell her that?”
― Francesca Shaw, Forget It