“Karen, she's a silver sun. You best walk her way and watch it shining...watch her watch the morning come.”

“[Karen:] You need to watch more TV.[Rylie:] My dear mother would roll over in her grave. [Karen:] Your mother lives in Palm Beach.[Rylie:] Potato, potahto.”

“Now the snow's coming down, and im watching it fall. Watching the people around, baby please come home. Pretty lights on a tree, and im watching you shine. You should be here with me! Baby please come home”

“This is delicious,” she said, when she finally recovered enough to speak. Jack was watching her in a curious manner. “You could have ’em every morning if you want.”

“I watched you for years,” she whispered. The tears were drying on her cheeks, and heat was building within her. If he would just touch her. Touch her there. “I watched you and you never saw me.”

“In the morning, when she walked to the consulate, carefully watching her sandals on the pavement, she glanced up and saw a Negro wearing a stack of panama hats. Maybe twelve. She never forgot the bandoeon of brims, the perfect stutter of hat.”