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Astrid had never spent more time with anyone than she spent with Claire Richards the first week. She could tell she’d never been around kids before. She took her with her to the dry cleaner’s, the bank, like she was afraid to leave her alone for a moment, as if she were five and not fifteen.
( For a week, they ate out of paper cartons and jars with foreign writing on the labels... )
“Astrid, are you still there?” Claire called out to her, peering into the darkness.
“Just thinking,” Astrid said, pulling a sprig of mint from under the hose bib, crushing it in her hand. Thinking that tonight Claire and Ron would lie together in the pine bed with the rose sheets, and she would be alone again, not even a roommate to keep her company, even if only with the sound of her breath as she slept.
Women always put men first. That’s how everything got so screwed up.
[[ and another little slip of Chapter 16 from White Oleander by Janet Fitch. Establishy and NFI ]]
( For a week, they ate out of paper cartons and jars with foreign writing on the labels... )
“Astrid, are you still there?” Claire called out to her, peering into the darkness.
“Just thinking,” Astrid said, pulling a sprig of mint from under the hose bib, crushing it in her hand. Thinking that tonight Claire and Ron would lie together in the pine bed with the rose sheets, and she would be alone again, not even a roommate to keep her company, even if only with the sound of her breath as she slept.
Women always put men first. That’s how everything got so screwed up.
[[ and another little slip of Chapter 16 from White Oleander by Janet Fitch. Establishy and NFI ]]
