Monday, January 28, 2019

the last book I ever read (Kent Haruf's Plainsong, excerpt six)

from Plainsong by Kent Haruf:

They looked at each other, and it seemed obvious to Guthrie that she was thinking hard, trying to get back to how she wanted this to be. But it wasn’t going to happen. Too much had gone on.

She spoke again. I’m sorry about that for both of us, she said. I’m sorry about a lot of things. And I’ve decided I’m finally tired of being sorry.

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