Sublime

‘This is Thomas,’ said Grace, without explanation. She stood close by the boy with the ease of long acquaintance, and seemed to Thomas they were in some way ranged against him – that it was possible to make out some connective tissue dissolving between himself and Grace, and re-forming between the other two.

men who were good, and solid, and loyal.

maudlin,

proved himself in all respects a worthy minister at the sacred altar of friendship.’

Your godparents, also city people, live a mile down the road. She has red hair and cat’s-eye glasses; he is bald and does one voice to impersonate all four Beatles.

longing to belong.

saw in him a vulnerability

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