Suzanne Matson

“Kay’s been all along intending to let Carl know that their match can’t last, that he’s too old for her, that she pictured something different for herself. Though she has, in fact, pictured nothing specific, except, like Millie, interiors and children—a home she would shape and be mistress of, babies she would bear and raise. And here he, Carl, specifically is, and she finds herself taking more comfort in his solid know-how than she would have imagined. Nothing seems to alarm him, ever. Easygoing in a way that at first bewildered her, he judges no one except political figures. He has a sense of right from wrong, but it has to do with governments and greed, not sin and damnation. He seems to find nothing, whatsoever, wrong with her. He likes to see her have fun; she has the feeling that when she does, it’s the cause of his fun.”
― Suzanne Matson, Ultraviolet