“The attentions of Wilkie Mackenzie were a conquest, an aspiration, a dream. The fresh memory of all those women, batting their eyelashes coquettishly, it boiled in my veins. One in particular. And Wilkie looked almost amused, now that his own jealousy had eased. “Are you jealous, my love?”
“He backs out the door batting those eyelashes I thought were so sexy when I first met him. Now I want to pluck them out one by one.”
“Now my wings are black, I thought, and yet I am not like my friends. We are all different. Each for his own memories, and his own invisible golden dreams.”
“Kill every enemy twice, Wilky said. Better than gettin' shot by a soldier pretending to be dead.”
“It was as if she had more than learned it off by heart. Though. it was as if their memory, the memory of all the Corregidora women, was her memory too, as strong with her as her own private memory, or almost as strong. But now she was Mama again.”
“I batted my eyelashes and did my best to appear dumb as a board”