“Tell you what,’ Stuart goads across the pavement at the huge officer who’s rolled down his window to wish us good-night, ‘since you got so much fucking time on your hands, answer this one for me. Ten people on the… — Alexander Masters Copy Share Image
“But I do not know what to tell myself. Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.” — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
