"But with it there is my mother's fierce defense of me and the soft weight of her arm across my shoulders: one of the last moments in my childhood when my mother made everything right."
"She looked at me, her expression a mixture of wonder and horror. "The Gods have overlooked you."
"I might have thrown our secret in the open, but nothing had changed. We returned to living in silence."
This is another one from the book swap at my work. I had picked it out for my Mom to read in the hospital, but she didn't.