To me, Dad and his colleagues seemed like the heroic men featured in the ads in LIFE magazine, marching bravely into the bright and shining future.
Stitches, p. 27.

Her silent fury was like a black tidal wave. Either you get out of the way, or...
Stitches, p. 46.

I thought it must be her hair that gave Alice the magic ability to travel to a land of talking animals, singing flowers and dancing teapots. I wanted to go there immediately.
Stitches, p. 56.

As evening came on, the air began to cool, the land began to roll, and Mama-usually so sternly silent-begin to talk. She told me her family stories.
Stitches, p. 66.

On the one hand, I felt the fear, humiliation and pain... while on the other, for reasons I cannot quite understand... I felt that she was justified... that I deserved everything I got.
Stitches, p. 97.

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