“‘You don’t get to be the mother if you show up after the kids are already grown up. She’s like all those animals at the end of the story who show up to eat the Little Red Hen’s bread.’”
“I carefully opened the door. Laura didn’t even notice. She was pounding away on her typewriter and she had her faraway look in spite of her glasses. I realized that last Sunday she hadn’t had them on at all, so I’d been able to see her Cuddly-Bunny eyes perfectly. Sometimes she wore them, sometimes she didn’t. ”