“Mama sneered at them. “I know you and Clarice are friends, but you can’t tell me you don’t wanna slap the livin’ shit outta that mother of hers. Talk about somebody with her head stuffed way up her own ass.… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Something Mama liked to say: “I love Jesus, but some of his representatives sure make my ass tired.” — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Our annual January get-together was a long-running tradition, going back to the first year of our marriage. The truth, even though he denies this,… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Mama sneered at them. “I know you and Clarice are friends, but you can’t tell me you don’t wanna slap the livin’ shit outta… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“I called up to Mama, "Is this a miracle?" She raised and lowered her shoulders. Her voice drifted down, "Maybe. Or maybe this is… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Later, Barbara Jean would remember looking at those eyes and thinking, This must be what the sky looks like if you see it through… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“Mama let out a snort. “Talk about a nerve. I guess she’s too good for my house now. She oughta try to sell that… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
“I was free to appreciate the quiet and the way the yellowish-gray light of the rising sun entered the room, turning everything from black… — Edward Kelsey Moore Copy Share Image
