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Victra is that girl 💅

If you think a person that's lost everything knows what to say to another one, I didn't. But I pulled a chair over and sat, and she gripped my hand so hard it hurt. Not even looking at me, just holding on.

The whole idea of the sermon was how people connect up in various ways, seen and unseen, and that Mr. Peg had tied a lot of knots in the big minnow seine that keeps us all together. Dead but still here, in other words. That's what killed me the worst.

Their last words amounted to inviting one another to go to hell. He said half of him was sorry over it, and the other half wasn't, so now he would stay cut in two forever. I might have gotten him up those stairs, if I'd known it was the last chance. I could have tried harder. Mr. Peg was the best part of Maggot's piss-poor lot in life. Both our lives.

Pain is water, of a drowning kind. You waterboard a while,, up for air, go back down. You're afraid you'll die, and then you're afraid you won't. That's where I was, at the time of dock, Watts showing up in the morning.

Every minute of those days had sucked. But with another person knowing it was hell, you had something.

She liked to ease me that if we lived to a hundred, she would still be the one to get there first. Which was true. No credit given for all the extra miles that take you nowhere.

I wondered what it would take to stop me feeling like I had rotten fruit down in me instead of a heart.

To start over someplace from scratch, as nobody and nothing? I hated the thought. I was only just now starting to exist.

A dead parent is a tricky kind of ghost. If you can make it into more like a doll, putting it in the real house and clothes and such that they had, it helps you to picture them as a person instead of just a person-shape hole in the air. Which helps you feel less like a person-shaped invisible kid.