Quotes from Virginia Brown

Sometimes the hardest goodbyes are the ones never said, the ones that always just hang there in the back of the mind like a dark cloud. There's so much to say but no one to say it to because the person you want most to hear it is already gone. That's how he felt. Sorrow, regret, a wound so deep it didn't even bleed. Like a puncture wound, an ache that didn't heal but just hurt. He didn't know if he wanted it to heal. That'd be too much like a final goodbye.

It's been my experience that people who treat others as inferiors are really only covering up their own lack of class.

The hardest goodbyes are the ones that were never said and never explained, the ones where the story wasn't over.

It was all he'd felt for too long to change now. Maybe it was too late for any other kind of life. This was all he knew. It was safe, insulated. Familiar. An absense of emotion kept him sane. Or what passed for it.

I took half a bottle of wine and entire bar of dark chocolate up to my room and proceeded to self-medicate the hell out of myself. Don't scoff until you've tried it.

While Bitty's tone was pleasantly concerned, it held that unmistakable Southern belle cattiness that wouldn't escape the attention of anyone familiar with polite social warfare. Three women within hearing stepped back a pace, but made no pretense that they weren't listening to every word. After all, this is the kind of show that makes the tiresome rules of etiquette bearable.

Budgie's had a nice lunchtime crowd, but we found a table

It's the nice thing about children. Mothers tend to forget most of the bad things sooner or later. The good things are forever. Bitty joined me on the porch, and sat down in the wicker rocker next to me and handed me a Bloody Mary.