Mina thought to herself, watching, her momma was the kind of woman she wanted to be, wherever else she got to in her life.
Cynthia VoigtMots clés mothering
The people they had been last summer, the person she had been--Dicey guessed she'd never be afraid again, not the way she
had been all summer. She had taken care of them all, sometimes well, sometimes badly. And they had covered the distances.
For most of the summer, they had been unattached. Nobody knew who they were or what they were doing. It didn't matter
what they did, as long as they all stayed together. Dicey remembered that feeling, of having things pretty much her own way.
And she remembered the feelings of danger. It was a little bit like being a wild animal, she thought to herself.
Dicey missed that wildness. She knew she would never have it again.
And she missed the sense of Dicey Tillerman against the whole world and doing all right.
Mots clés growing-up introspective poignant change-life
It's never been today before.
Cynthia VoigtHiding under the bed doesn't make the worry stop.
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