“There was something friendly about Sara, and people always felt it.”
“Is she always like that?”“Like what?” Sara asked absently, staring a^ the letter in her hands.“Floating about as if she was a blasted fairy.”
“My friends are always conscious of what people think of them. As though life is something that has an audience.”
“There was something about other people's grief that was so exposing, so personal, that she felt she shouldn't be looking.”
“I'm always on the lookout for something good about people. Often months go by.”
“If Sara had been a boy and lived a few centuries ago, her father used to say, 'she would have gone about the country with her sword drawn, rescuing and defending everyone in distress. She always wants to fight when she sees people in trouble.”