[Margo has escaped her former life as a killer nurse and is now a tame library clerk; she’s mad that she finished the first book that she really enjoyed reading] ” ‘Oh Constance. We are so happy.’
What about the rest of us?!
I pick up the book and hurl it against the living room wall. It flops to the floor.
Later, when it’s fully dark, I make my way to the woods. I’m holding the book improperly, by one corner of the spine, so it flaps open in the wind. I ignore the noise the pages make. Like a complaining mouth, that book, but I know how to handle complainers. I know you don’t want to take these pills, but the doctor says you have to.
I say to my book: I know you don’t want to burn up in the fire, but the doctor says you have to.”
–Laura Sims, How Can I Help You
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