Quotes About Kath

Kath asleep (and snoring with her mouth open!) in the tack room.

That night he'd glimpsed, however briefly, a sweetly exalted human happiness he'd only read about, Art who'd spent his whole life reading about apparitions. In those few moments he knew genuine tenderness, given and received. He experienced grace. If it sounds like heresy, I am far past caring: for my brother, making love to Kath was a reflection of divine love, a brief flash of God alive in the world.

Its pattern of blue flowers and leaves had gone silvery. Kath fastened her eyes on these, while they tied Kent up in knots and he didn't even realize it.