Sublime

Again and again, with his younger daughter, rage and self-loathing crossed in Eddie like riptides, leaving him numb and spent.

“We are that fraction of old magic that remains.”

She was love.

glib.

grok,”

late. He did not understand why he said these things to Nath, for that would have meant understanding something far more painful: that Nath reminded him more and more of himself, of everything he wanted to forget from his own boyhood.

Ambitious in the mildest version of the word.

provincial