Ida Jagaric

“Hello, pineapples,’ he whispered. He bent his head toward his lap and punctured the can, listening closely. The pineapples whispered back. They told him they were safe to eat.”
― Hugh Howey, Shift

“Don't ever do that to me again. I'm too young to die of a heart attack." (...)
"I would say claiming you're too young is a bit debatable, don't you think?"
The German tilted his head up and cursed something low and long in German. "You were brought to this planet to give me an ulcer, weren't you?”
― Mariana Zapata, Kulti

“Dear God. A man like that making kissing sounds at what I could only guess was his baby. My vagina, my vagina didn’t know what to do with itself.”
― Mariana Zapata, Kulti

“But hey, I had the best times during each sprint,” I added.

His laugh was soft and possibly a little disappointed. “That’s my girl. Running every morning?”

“Every morning and I’ve been swimming more.” I stopped talking when I heard a voice in the background.

All I heard was my dad mumbling, “It’s Sal… you wanna talk to her?... Okay… Sal, your mom says hi.”

“Tell her I said hi back.”

“My daughter says hi… no, she’s mine. The other one is yours… Ha! No!... Sal are you mine or your mom’s?” he asked me.

“I’m the milkman’s.”

“I knew it!” He finally laughed with a deep pleased sigh.

I was smiling like a total fool. “I love you too, old man.”
― Mariana Zapata, Kulti