"How's it going, Russel?" said Hector.
"Well," said Russell, turning slightly in Hector's direction. "It's going well. Thank you."
It seemed as if Russell might be gathering his thoughts to go on and Hector, feeling so warm and milky and kind, waited.
He set his guitar case back on the floor.
He began to suspect, though, that Russell's thoughts were not gathering at all, that if they even existed, they were wandering through his head like lurching strangers on a moving train. If any two of them met up, it would be purely accidental.
Lynne Rae Perkins
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Love it. You've got some great quotes here.
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ReplyDeleteWho knows? Maybe I'll booknap something from UNDERGOUND.
That should say UNDERGROUND. Don't worry. I edit better than I type.
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