Maddy

“Imagine. Not just looking at your beloved fool in the daylight, but cooking breakfast with him over a crackling fire. Imagine him putting slightly too much sugar in your tea, but drinking it anyway. Imagine taking turns in the washroom and smoothing that bit of graying hair that won't stay flat on his head while he teases you for taking too long on your own. Imagine--just imagine--following him down creaky stairs to his shop to see what his mornings look like, and offering to run the deposit to the bank for him, dragging your sleepy arse into the cold and wind, just so he doesn't have to open late after all.”
― Jess Everlee, The Gentleman's Book of Vices

“How's your mother?"
"Dead. How's yours?”
― Jess Everlee, The Gentleman's Book of Vices