was better than before. They wouldn’t see anything else. But Florence and the Reverend were different. ... apartment, lit up by her calm certainty in her own talents, her earnest desire to better Agnes, to school ... surrounded by girls a third her age doing the same work faster and better. That Agnes rarely had money to ...
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fiction should “probe the mystery of personality.” As for inspiration, there’s nothing better than reading ...
Even the babies are present, scrubbed and talcum powdered, not a whimper among the lot, though that ... question. “But why would Leti kill herself? She was doing better when I left.” Mother doesn’t reply, but ...
different.” Patrick stands, towers over her. “I swear he was better—before you came to visit,” he blurts out. ... drop you. When we brought you home, you cried a lot. More than we expected. One night, I’d had ...
stroke, the dark-haired one corrected him occasionally. I like captain better, said the fair-haired one. ...
it’s changed; it’s changed a lot,” Chávez says. “It’s been here so long, parents bring their kids now. ...
a pile of shattered boards, but the filth pounded into it by the tornado could not be scrubbed out, and ...
It’s better you call us than, you know, taking matters into your own hands.” He makes pistols with his ...
social circles. They see themselves rising up, bettering themselves; they see themselves famous and rich. ...
in the sky. Tunnels to hell, thinks Li Wen, just before she crumples to dark. The German has marched ...