❝ –– 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.
“Okay, I deserved that. But you know that I understand how you feel. And it might be bullshit, but at least we can get through it together. We’ll become bitter old women together.”
“I k n o w that you know how I feel, but that doesn’t do j a c k for me, does it?” Teddy sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Coming around, s he looked at Amelia apologetically. “I’m sorry. I didn’t
mean that. It means a lot to me that you still care, you know. Everybody else
has up and moved on, and I’m still here.”