Status Updates From Love and Summer

The events of that day had not receded for Miss Con-nulty. Her cruelty to the dead was their ceremonial preservation: the time for pain was over, yet her wish was that it should not be, that there should always be something left - a wince, a tremor, some part of her anger that was not satisfied.

A ceremony her afternoon adorning of herself had become this summer, the occasion each time finished with another dab of eau-de-Cologne, another touch of lip salve. She stayed a little longer when she'd completed all that, contemplating without emotion her reflected image in the looking-glass. Then she settled everything back where it belonged on the dressing-table, the jewellery in the shallow top drawer.

Honouring that time, Miss Connulty lifted her choice for today from the cushion of a tiny velvet-clad box: the sapphire earrings. She took a sleeper from each ear and replaced them with the glittering blue clusters.

But you didn't lose touch with a place when it wasn't there any more; you didn't lose touch with yourself as you were when you were part of it, with your childhood, with your simplicity then.

“He knew what he withheld didn’t belong to him and would happen anyway, brushing him aside”

“Dillahan was not by nature an inquisitive man, nor did he usually question what bewildered him, accepting his bewilderment for what it was”

“The imperiousness was the mother’s, although the daughter did not know it or she would have changed her ways.”

“the certainty of his faith and its related beliefs did not ever exceed his own laid down limits of the likely”

It’s always more enjoyable to read about hay, fields, and woodland than you think it’s going to be

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I'm not sure what is happening yet but I love Trevor's writing style