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Why tf the r-slur causally dropped lol.

It looked, in shadow, like a mutilated stuffed animal, a decapitates doll. It didn’t seem to bother him—just another forgotten toy.

I don’t think you can ever see the whole of another person, Julie used to say. As Johnny shoved her off, limp and heaving, furious, Lavender studied the distain. The moon of his face, revealing its cratered underside. (2/2)

Tears fled salty into her mouth as she shimmied out of her linen pants. As she pressed Johnny inside, she pictures her baby, toppling scared into a stream. she pictured water, filling his tiny lungs. A vulture, hovering. A steep ravine. Lavender pumped up and down, numb—by the time, Johnny Wilton, inside her, the sneer on his face of transformed him entirely. (1/2)

They looked like a postcard of a happy family, and I felt so outside of myself, watching them play. Like a bird perched on a distant branch. Or one of Johnny’s rabbits, strung up by the legs.

It was a wonder how she’d never given much thought to the ancient, timeless fact. Motherhood was, by nature, a thing you did alone.

Pity is destruction wearing a mask of sympathy. Pity strips you bare. Pity shrinks.

So that was it: now that she thinks he’s ‘one of us’ she can lecture him. She’s far happier thinking her sister is normal, even if she has a lot of problems, than she is having an abnormal sister for whom everything is fine. For her, normality—however messy—is far more comprehensible.

In other words, you play the part of the fictitious creature called ‘an ordinary person’ that everyone has in them. Just like everyone in the convenience store is playing the part of the fictitious creature called ‘a store worker.’

‘Getting fired from a casual job in a convenience store at his age! Hopeless, really. He’d be doing us all a favour if he dropped dead, seriously.’

Everyone laughed. ‘He really would,’ I said nodding, thinking that if I ever became a foreign object, I’d no doubt be eliminated in much the same way.

He really was just like me, uttering words that sounded human one really he wasn’t saying anything at all.

when you work in a convenience store, people often look down on you for working there. I find this fascinating, and I like to look at them in the face when they do this to me. And as I do so, I always think: that’s what a human is.