“The foam cushions on the old couch downstairs disintegrate daily in a hush, like each of us, small flecks of hardening puffs raining mute to the floor when I flop down to study. And the more the couch gets used,… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Then why don't I tell on him? If they don't, why don't I? Because. Because I am safe this way, silent unnoticed.” — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Why am I not good enough? At least he loves Darren and Yaicha in some way even if it's horrible, he shows them attention… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry, I had a meeting" I stand behind his chair. "Liar," under my breath. "You weren't at a meeting," take a breath, gain… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Or maybe I am just outside enough, being the footstool observing from the corner, that I have a view of reality.” — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“The foam cushions on the old couch downstairs disintegrate daily in a hush, like each of us, small flecks of hardening puffs raining mute… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“With all the dizzy galaxies hot gases dust at the speed of light neutrinos running through everything, no matter how powerful someone is here… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Not scared. But excited in that jiggering-on-too-much-hot-sauce kind of way that it's time to step out of my old framework, raw and amorphous, to… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“I am always there. But they don't care if I am because I am furniture. I don't get hit I don't get fondled I… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
I never realized till now how hard the brain has to work to make the body do what it asks. Or maybe how hard… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“I got an A on the third quiz in American history, an A, dammit. Last time I got a B up from a C… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“I'm sure you were mistaken," Yaicha says to her brush. My ears pin back - "MISTAKEN? I know who Angie is, Yaicha. I know… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Yaicha and Darren told me that I was the mailman's child, and I got so angry, stalking away, hot steam in my ribs. Yaicha… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“If I could just open my mouth wide enough to allow those gagging blobs of truth their slow, tar-seep passage up through my gullet,… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Then why don't I tell on him? If they don't, why don't I? Because. Because I am safe this way, silent unnoticed.” — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
