“She looked for common ground. She did not nurse grudges.”
“I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there's any grudges I should start.”
“She looked so cute wen she was apologizing that Helen couldn't even pick up a grudge, let alone carry one.”
“Grudges," she said, "are timeless.”
“Jo Lane had in fact lived there for five years until she moved on. “Where did she go?” I asked innocently, not getting it. “I’m so sorry to be the one telling you this, but Jo passed last winter,” the young nurse said. “She died,” she added, probably because of my dazed look.”
“Oh, how she did love that queer, common boy!”