“The sound of running footsteps made them all start. Then the refectory door opened and the round, freckled face of Sister Belinda appeared. She was breathing heavily, and her veil was crooked, showing short tufts of red hair sprouting around… — Sharon Bolton Copy Share
“Dads earned money and kept you fed and clothed and drove you around the place, but mums wrapped their bodies around yours and made you feel safe. Mums were the ones who cried when you cried, but loved your tears all the same because they had the power to make them go away. Mums were there in the night, when… — Sharon Bolton Copy Share
“The sound of running footsteps made them all start. Then the refectory door opened and the round, freckled face of Sister Belinda appeared. She was breathing heavily, and her veil was crooked, showing short tufts of red hair sprouting around her glowing face like unruly weeds in a parched garden. “Excuse me, Mother, Sisters,” she said. “But there is a… — Sharon Bolton Copy Share
“Don’t killers enjoy feeling the police are stupid?’ ‘I think it’s safe to say he’s in a pretty good mood right now,’ said” — Sharon Bolton Copy Share Image
“If an attention-seeking pin were in the room, this would have been a good time for it to drop.” — Sharon Bolton Copy Share Image
