She had an idea, but it was the wrong idea. It was hardly even an idea, just a white idea balloon with no writing inside it.

Mitch looks in her direction. He can't meet her eyes. It's as if she's semi-invisible, a kind of hovering blur.

She’s the kind of woman who wants what she doesn’t have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets.

If anyone else told her to lower her voice, Roz would know what to do: scream louder.

Roz is crying again. What she's mourning is her own good will. She tried so hard, she tried so hard to be kind and nurturing, to do the best thing. But Tony and the twins were right: no matter what you do, somebody always gets boiled.

So few people understand about anything.