
No. 46
But this time it was his wife, Mary Ann, who determined that the older children needed something extra special this Christmas, because the pathetic presents were going to be on the low-down this year, such as a story while looking up at the sky and finding that star of wonder, star of beauty bright. Intuition was now the new law of the land for this growing family, and your mother picked up on how to be the most charming, most bright, when the family most needed it.

No. 45
And how was I to know that the daughter I named after Mother was to have the same figure, style, and attachment, and also, the same type of servile fear, if mostly contained, of how the jug was more of a vase than a common pitcher, depending on the company. And who might determine if or how the table settings were accurately measured. The placement of the containers, trays, and silverware in the cabinets, or the elaborate woodwork of the trim on the cupboards…and how exhausting it was for those who said it didn't matter.



No. 42
The trick, they thought, was to keep the victim's spirits up. For example, to name a new baby after the sick one. Or, to deliver plenty of sunlight. To open windows on both walls. To make the room drafty. To remind the patient of the outdoors and the benefits of nature. To avoid dark until it was indeed time to rest or treat the migraine.

No. 41
Privately, in the hallway, helping Finch with his coat and his books, Mary Ann suggested that maybe Finch had gone too far. Hank might have nightmares. He was starting to carve sailing vessels into the woodwork, drawing under the tables and chairs. He was stealing her stationery. The craft assignments alone, she reported, were draining her ink wells.



No. 38
Although he wanted to tap on the boy's shoulder, whispering that they were all better off without her, he bit his lip. He picked up the baby, who promptly soiled him, and one by one added the rest of that household to his wagon, rehearsing what he was going to say for the women at the parsonage.

No. 37
He was so attached to accounting and cleaning the equipment, in fact, that it concerned his mother, who asked her husband Henry to straighten the boy out to enjoy life, to stop with the grist inspections, or at least pretend to be more animated during the performances when he was around her friends.









No. 29
His father, the former sheriff, state senator, tavern owner, and now prosperous landowner, slumped to one side and slept, cradling his head on the inside of his elbow. Henry noticed how skinny his father’s legs were and covered them with the blanket next to them, which had remnants of grass and apple cores from their lunch. He picked the fragments off.
