«He cannot bear the thought of anything happening to either of them. Sometimes, when he sees them watching TV, or sleeping, or playing quietly at some game, he imagines their frail skeletons beneath their skin and is seized by the sudden fear that they will die. One slight bump, one false step, the screech of a car or the thud of a falling tree branch - this is all it would take. If it happens, when it happens, he doesn't know what he will do.»
Manette Ansay, Vinegar Hill.
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