“Leanne," he said. "I would never forget you. I'd forget who I am before I'd forget you.”
“Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.”
“I love you so much, so incredibly much," he went on, "and I forget when you're close to me, I forget who you are. I forget that you're Jem's. I'd have to be the worst sort of person to think what I'm thinking right now. But I am thinking it.”
“I'd been preparing myself to apologize. Forgive and forget, as Mom says. "Fuck you," I said.”
“How am I supposed to forget you?” Helen asked, laughing weakly at such a silly suggestion. “You’re too big a part of me. I’d have to forget who I am to forget you.”
“Do you forget that I am your sister?”“No; I’ve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.”