Mẹ? ” Khi bạn tin rằng tình yêu đó không có khoảng thời gian. Chỉ đau. Tôi nghĩ rằng đôi khi thật khó để phân biệt giữa hai người, vì vậy chúng tôi chỉ giữ cả hai như họ không thể tách rời.
Mama?””Yes, Emmy.”She traced a rivulet of rain with her finger as it made its journey down the glass. “How do you know when it’s been long enough?”Emmy could sense her mother smiling into the phone. “When you relaize that love doesn’t have a time span. Only pain does. I think sometimes it’s hard to distinguish between the two, so we just hold on to both of them like they’re inseparable.
Karen White, On Folly Beach