“Where's Dorothy?" Dad said. "I don't know. She came in, took the money and went. I don't even know how she got in.""What did she say?""She said "shush"" "And what did you say?""I shushed”

“I raised my hands, trying to shush her."Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed.”

“In her sleep?" I couldn't believe it. "How did she say it? I mean, did she sound angry?"He frowned. "I don't know how she said it.""Come on try to remember. Was it sad like this...Owen? Or was it kind of sweet like this...Ownen? Or was it-”

“[Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.”

“You are in my heart for what you did, and you always will be," she said. "I just don't know how to thank you. The words don't begin to cover it." Jonas stared at her for a moment, then said, "You just did.”

“What did you call her?" she asks but I don't think it's her real question."Sunshine," I say, and she smiles like she believes it's perfect and she may be the only person other than me who would think so."What is she to you?" she whispers. The real question and I know the answer even if I don't know how to say it.Drew's muffled voice rises up from the floor before I can respond."Family," he says.And he's right.”