Friday, March 09, 2007

She nodded, and we sat a while in silence. How odd that we should have been friends, in a manner of speaking, all our lives, yet never once felt kindly disposed until this moment. There we sat, among the doilies and the teacups, two fat old women, no longer haggling with one another, but only with fate, pitting our wits against God's.
--from The Stone Angel by Margaret Laurence


Frankie said...

I wanna read that book! :D

Diana said...

You should; it's fantastic! :)

Frankie said...

Well, relinquish it to me, woman!