No matter how angry she makes me, she's still my mother, and I have to protect her if I can.
Teri BrownMother is the master of a thousand voices, and she uses each one with the skill of a butcher wielding a knife.
Teri BrownFor a long, breathless moment we wait, time spinning into an eternity, while the excitement in my chest bursts. As the red curtain rises, my mother releases my hand and steps forward...Because of the stage lights, my mother's silhouette is all I see as the velvet curtain makes its silent ascent into the darkness. The blinding spotlight looks like a sun rising on the horizon, and though I can't see the people in the audience, the scent of perfume and expensive cigar smoke assures me of their presence, as does the excessively polite, well-bred clapping.
Teri BrownOur fortunes have gone up and down over the years, but my mother has never lost her ruthless poise. Whether she's in a cheap boardinghouse in the Midwest or in the drawing rooms of the rich, she is always the same — regal, mysterious, and completely at ease. I might admire her if she wasn't my mother.
Teri BrownNo, what you saw wasn't always pretty. Sometimes it was ugly and hard. But life is both the pretty and the ugly. Sometimes you were alone and afraid and hungry. Lots of people are alone and hungry.
Teri BrownWhether or not Houdini is my father, whether or not my mother loves me, I would still be me. A girl who loves magic. A girl with strange abilities. I will never be a normal girl. But maybe, just maybe, that's all right.
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