By no amount of agile exercising of a wistful imagination could my mother have been called lenient. Generous she was; indulgent never. Kind, yes, permissive, never. In her world, people she accepted paddled their own canoes, pulled their own weight, put their own shoulders to their own plows and pushed like hell.
I think you’re freaked about what happened at Cambridge. I think it scared you. " “I’ve been through worse, Bex,” I said, joining her on the lower stairs. “Way worse. ” “Oh, not the attack. ” Bex raised her finger in contradiction. “What happened before the attack. I think you saw the future. Which is kind of freaky when - two months ago - you didn’t think you were going to have one.