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364 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1980
nobody owns grief
Tell us you're afraid, Mrs. Selky. Break down and cry. Let us feel that warm wet wash of pity, that prurient grief, that thrills because it's happened to you and not us. Give it to us, Mrs. Selky.
How can you tell a little about your whole child?
How quickly a person in pain whom you can't help becomes a reproach. And then, no doubt, a thorn.
But the greater truth is that life is not something you can go into training for.