“Kill a fly in the past and it may drastically change your future.”
“Did you know that when we were kids Cass used to tell me your stories? She used to laugh at you. Not in a mean way, but in the way that Cass used to laugh at everything before...." He gestures around us at our world now. I shake my head. "I thought Cass never liked my stories. Never remembered them." "Oh yes, I would beg her to tell me if she had new stories from you." "Why didn't you ask me yourself?" I whisper. "Because you were Harry's," he responds. "Not always." "Yes, always," he says. "Always in his eyes," he adds in a softer tone.”
“.'If things get on top of you', my mum always used to say, 'have a good cry.'.”
“It's like if someone had a loaded gun in your face. I don't know how else to describe how it felt to try to talk to my father. Even on a good day. If someone always has a loaded gun in your face, you weigh every word before you say it. You only dare say it if it might save you. But you're never sure, so there's this tendency to freeze. Say nothing at all.”
“I think,to add to the festive occasion, we ought to turn on the lights and siren." He turned to Delia. "What do you say?""Oh,heavens,no." She covered her mouth with her hand before giving it a second thought. "Sorry.That was the old Delia. The new Delia says yes.That would be so exciting."Beside her,Marilee said sternly, "The old Marilee says you'll be breaking the law."Wyatt winked. "This old rebel says he doesn't care. A celebration requires some noise."The two exchanged a long look, then broke out into peals of laughter.As they sped along the open highway, lights flashing,siren blasting, Delia found herself laughing along with them in absolute delight. Despite all the heartache,and all the turmoil,she was sharing a ride with Coot's grandson, heading out to Coot's ranch for the first time in over fifty years,and having the time of her life.”
“-you can think you know someone and then they say something or do something and suddenly everything changes.”