❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“ well its better than sitting here and feeling sorry for yourself, at least if you try and fail you’ll no you did your best. Then again you may prove yourself wrong and you’ll be back to normal before you know it, living your new life”
“Back to normal? Back to n o r m a l ? How can I ever go back to normal when my husband d i e d ? You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, so screw you.”
