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Would he just lie back and say what came into his mind the minute it came, removing that filter that was always there and that strained the useless thoughts and the secret thoughts from being made known?
But how could that be any gift to her?
— Mar 22, 2026 11:46PM
But how could that be any gift to her?
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Tatevik
is on page 189 of 210
If he remembered it only as it looked right now, would he miss it as much? He couldn't tell.
He stood there for maybe five minutes, but he couldn't make the house register on his mind at all. It might be any other house on the block; it might be anyone's.
— Mar 23, 2026 12:34AM
He stood there for maybe five minutes, but he couldn't make the house register on his mind at all. It might be any other house on the block; it might be anyone's.
Tatevik
is on page 189 of 210
When he was far away from home, and picturing what it looked like, this wasn't the way he saw it at all. He saw it as it had been when he was small - a giant of a place, with children playing on the sunlit lawn and yellow flowers growing in two straight lines along the walk. Now, as he looked at the house, he tried to make the real picture stay in his memory.
— Mar 23, 2026 12:31AM
Tatevik
is on page 189 of 210
When he was across the street from his house he turned and looked back at it. It sat silently in the twilight, with the bay windows lit yellow by the lamps inside and the irregular little stained-glass and rose windows glowing here and there against the vague white clapboards.
— Mar 23, 2026 12:31AM
Tatevik
is on page 177 of 210
I like kids. Joanne takes too good care of just the one. She needs a whole group of them. She's always saying how Carol's got to be secure-feeling, got to have no wonders about being loved or not. But this way she just makes Carol nervous - follows her around reading psychology books. Wants to know what her nightmares are about. I say let her alone - kids grow up all right.
— Mar 22, 2026 11:33PM
Tatevik
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Sometimes whole weeks would be in blocks. Someone could say, 'What's this week been like?' and right off the bat you could say, 'Oh, lousy. My father won't let me have the car because he caught me scratching off in front of Stacy's café the other day. Or it would be a great week, for another reason just that clear-cut. It's not that way any more.”
— Mar 20, 2026 10:16PM
Tatevik
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"Oh, well, what I mean is, the days seem to come in pieces now. They used to be in blocks - all one solid color to them.
— Mar 20, 2026 10:15PM
Tatevik
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Inside, there was the mossy brown smell that he had been raised with, that seemed to be part and parcel of the house and was a wonderful smell if you were glad to be home and an unbearable smell if you were not. And mingled with it were the more temporary, tangible smells - bacon, coffee, hot radiators, newly ironed dresses, bath powder.
— Mar 19, 2026 02:55AM
