"When she had packed all the artifacts that made up their personal history into liquor store boxes, the house became strictly a feminine place. She stood with her hands on her hips, stoically accepting the absence of old Boston Celtics coasters and the tangle of fishing poles, the old dartboard from a Scots pub, the toolbox and downhill skis, the silky patterned ties which sat in the base of one box like a writhing mass of snakes. Without these things, one tended to notice the bright eyelet curtains, the vase filled with yawning crocuses, a needlepoint pillow."
Prologue, pg. 1

"In the moments before, she laid a hand on his arm. 'No matter what,' she said, giving him a look, 'you cannot stop.'" Part One, Chapter 1, pg. 7

"Allie had trouble convincing herself that the reason they had gotten married years later did not have anything to do...