“...her cry is a hook and it catches me in the throat.”
“Oh!" Hadassah said, a catch in her throat. "Put me down, please." Rashid knew in that instant they were in the lion's den.”
“In a great gasp, puts her head in her hands again and cries as if her throat were a cave, as if the howling winds came from her belly, she cries like a storm that will never end.”
“Joanna has an unmanageable lump in her throat and wonders why it's always the happy memories that make her cry.”
“Don’t even think about it.You’ll never catch that big fish with your small hook.”
“the loss pressed down on her chest and came up into her throat. it was a fine cry -- loud and long -- but it had no bottom and no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.”