Adele was in everybody’s wish list, and her list of Romeos was nearly as long as the Yellow Pages. Some witty person had suggested that her family needed a system of traffic lights to avoid fatal crashes for the men in her life.
Olga Núñez MiretTag: humor
His eyes, green with yellow sparks, and with elongated pupils like a cat’s, made his grandmother gasp and say: ‘Jesus! He has the devil’s eyes!
Olga Núñez MiretTag: humorous
Doña Remedios, like her husband, was quite traditional and not trendy enough to understand concepts like natural birth or the importance of a friendly environment for the newborn. Birth might be natural, but she didn’t think it should be a pain for the mother or an inconvenience for the mother’s family. How friendly can it be for a baby to be born to her mother’s screaming her head off and everybody running around like lunatics?
Olga Núñez MiretTag: humor
Adelina knew perfectly well who the father was, but she worked hard to forget it, and by the end of her life she would insist that Jesús was her child and hers only.
Olga Núñez MiretTag: humorous
Don Severo dropped his fork, Doña Remedios nearly chocked, but Jesús carried on playing with his food. He’d never really liked broccoli.
Olga Núñez MiretTag: absurd
It’s…The only way I can get on with my life is by forgetting what went on before. Dave used to tell me that I didn’t have control over what the bastard of my father did to me, and that he’d been punished for it, and I might as well concentrate on the rest of my life, because over that…I had some control and I could decide what to do. I could change it over; I could become anything I wanted if I just tried hard enough.
Olga Núñez MiretTag: crime thriller police psychiatry
) “Do you hear his voice as you hear me? Is it a voice outside your head?”
“It’s difficult to explain. It isn’t a voice like anything I’ve ever heard before. It isn’t a man or a woman, it’s God.”
“How do you know?”
“Because the voice says so. And I believe it.”
“Does it talk to you or does it talk about you or others?”
“It talks to me.”
“Does it call your name?”
“Yes…It says something like: “Cain, listen. There’s something I want you to tell the others. Tell them they must love themselves. Tell them they are beautiful.””
“Who are the others?”
“Black people.”
“You mean God is talking to the black people through you.”
“I mean God is black.
Tag: religion race psychiatry
What do you think of Cain’s affirmations?”
“He never told a lie. If he says that God talks to him, he is convinced that God is talking to him.”
“Do you believe he is a saint?”
“God only knows, and never better said. He might be, but again, I have my own taste on the matter. I’m not keen on perfection, especially when it’s dressed up like hardness. I prefer the cracked plate, the slightly blunt spear…”
“The imperfect human being.”
“Yes. The gloriously imperfect human being.
Tag: religion race psychiatry
Leave him with his God. I’m sure He’s as hard and unforgiving as Cain is. I don’t want to know about Cain’s God. If he is anything to be guided by, I’d rather be an atheist, thank you.
Olga Núñez MiretTag: race psychiatry religion-christianity
I thought part of the idea of having therapy was putting one in touch with his or her feelings. And don’t give me all that about transference, and counter-transference and all that. I know what I feel. And it has nothing to do with all that. And you also feel for me. And if you don’t know that, then maybe it’s you who needs to have therapy to gain a better knowledge of yourself.
Olga Núñez MiretTag: crime thriller police psychiatry therapy
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