The Yellow House: A Memoir by Sarah M. Broom:
Shame is a slow creeping. The most powerful things are quietest, if you think about it. Like water.
I cannot pinpoint the precise moment when I came to understand that no one outside our family was ever to come inside the Yellow House. During the Livingston days my mother started saying, You know this house not all that comfortable for other people. And that line seemed after a time unending, a verbal tic so at home with us that she need not ever complete the sentence.
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