“Georgia had felt the colours and the rain, but she would not miss here. And there was something lost. The now-ness of things. It was not pretty.”
“Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?”
“Had her conduct been more friendly toward me, I would have felt sorry for her. She was a pretty little thing.”
“Lucy wondered what it was she had found. A boy who wanted to be a writer. And a family who had picnics under the stars. She felt as if she had lost something. After all, that family now lived only in the pages of an old diary.”
“And the rain is brain-coloured, and the thunder is like something remembering something.”
“Now she had taken off her goodness and left it behind her like a heap of rain-sodden clothes, and she only felt joy.”