″... this was part of the family song too. It was all part. Sometimes it rose to an aching chord that caught the throat, saying this is safety, this is warmth, this is the Whole.”
“Something darkened in me because I saw that dad was shattered. I didn’t want a shattered father. I want him whole, present, affectionate, loving. I still want that.”
“Their patent leather shoes had been lost in the trash can; their blue velveteen trousers hung wrinkled and awry; their fur had come unglued in several places, but the mouse and his child were whole again.”