“Spinsterhood didn’t matter much to her; she was already married to science.”

“The mantle of spinsterhood was definitely on her shoulders now. She was twenty-five and looked it, and so there as no longer any need to try to be attractive.”

“But it didn’t matter if he kissed her or not. She could stand there forever, just looking at him.”

“It was only later, in her new, darker rooms above the banking house, that she realized it didn’t matter how loud she screamed or how violently she wept. Her parents would never come to her because, being dead, they didn’t care anymore.”

“I am already married," she remarks to the empty air, twisting the ring on her right hand that covers an sold, distinctive scar.”

“Instead of more money she ended up with more drugs. Something told her that was probably not healthy. Something else in her didn’t give a shit. And the rest of her was realistic enough to know it didn’t matter.”