sarah ingram’s Reviews > The Price of Salt > Status Update

Nothing about Richard mattered so much to her as the way Carol blotted her face with a towel.

The length of their bodies touched, fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happinness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh

"If Carol had to go home now, Therese thought, she would do something violent" girlll lmaooo stand up

That conviction that they shared something wonderfully real and rare together that day, and she wondered now where it had gone to, on what it had been based.

It was a glorious evening, a really magnificent evening.