Jenny

“To say I'm lucky in the people I'm surrounded by is like saying I'm lucky to have possession of both my hands -- it would be impossible to do most of the things I take for granted without them, but specifically impossible to type or pick up a pen.”
― Julia Armfield, Salt Slow

“Her mother, a narrow-lipped resourceful woman, had told her at her university graduation that no one was going to marry her with a miserable face like that.
She likes to tell him things like this and watch his forehead contract as he tries and fails to picture it.
In this way, she becomes aware of the curious history of the world, the wide gulfs of experience that can exist between lovers.”
― Julia Armfield, Salt Slow

“She loves stories like this, loves to describe her childhood back to him, her own swift descent of stairs. Finding points of congruence is a never-ceasing fascination, the smells and morning newspapers and little superstitions that bridged their early lives, every similarity more meaningful than she knows it ought to be.”
― Julia Armfield, Salt Slow

“Pale man in her meat-colored bedroom, long blue eyes and his smell like grass and eiderdown and something stranger; damp down a wall.”
― Julia Armfield, Salt Slow