“She could tell people what to do and sound authoritative, even if underneath it all was a fear of being discovered, found out, a fraud.” — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“The apartment she both loved and hated. Loved for its tall French casement windows, for its Wolf range and spacious closets. Loved for the… — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“Even if the gifts her mother ultimately gave her were a disappointment—a pincushion or a dreary pinafore—the unwrapping was always a delight.” — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“All her life she’d been terrified that her father would disappear the way her mother had. That feeling had dissipated as she headed into… — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“She finished updating the ledgers and was about to head out to inspect the turndown of the guests’ rooms when a man rapped on… — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“We all have our own magnificent prisons, even the queen, I’d venture.” — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“The dementia ward had lavender-colored walls and locked doors. A large black carpet had been placed in front of the elevator. One of the… — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“Did you know there are dozens of terrible names for old women? Crone, cat lady, hag, battle-ax. But there’s no male equivalent.” — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“Besides, she was always the type to dig in, to nest. What made Rose happiest was sitting in a comfy armchair on a rainy… — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“When she added that graduates were known for having a “natural physical endowment,” Darby could have sworn she looked right at her, and not… — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“Don’t you dare project your own fears onto me.” Her nostrils flared. “I reject them. If you’re lonely and scared, you better deal with… — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“She could tell people what to do and sound authoritative, even if underneath it all was a fear of being discovered, found out, a… — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
