“It hadn't changed. To grasp that constancy was the point of roaming, room by room, through the cottage. And once we'd been assured of that indelible sameness, the unpacking could begin. Off went the remaining white sheets covering beds and… — Elizabeth Poliner Copy Share Image
“It hadn't changed. To grasp that constancy was the point of roaming, room by room, through the cottage. And once we'd been assured of… — Elizabeth Poliner Copy Share Image
“Of the rules in this house, spoken and unspoken, ancient and new, religious and secular, visible and invisible - of the mob of rules… — Elizabeth Poliner Copy Share Image
“Several times that afternoon my mother and Vivie walked through the living room, past the double doors leading to Bec’s sunporch, and they’d glance… — Elizabeth Poliner Copy Share Image
