Sublime

The ones who are looking for a home

impedimenta:

like her child in a playpen in a distant part of the house, occupying her heart but not threatening to interrupt her dinner party,

William realized that he’d been worried, after watching the usually placid Emeline rage and the usually tough Cecelia weep, that the prospect of losing Sylvie might have rendered them unrecognizable.

kitsch,

sybarite.

How quickly you go from being the youngest to the oldest person in a room, she thought.

“Dysentery.” Sadie didn’t feel like invoking cancer, the destroyer of natural conversation.

She hesitated; touching someone meant giving part of herself away, a piece she never got back.