“A piece of soot had got inside of Jenny’s nose and when she sneezed, the brick that she was sitting on broke loose. A heap of soot poured down the chimney, and in the middle of the soot, right on the floor, sat Jenny Linsky.”
“Because I can’t just sit in our room right now. Because ever since my mother died, there’s a version of me inside that wants to break things and scream.”