When he's within loving distance of her arms she grabs hold of his neck. In his ear she exhales. One breath. One syllable. She whispers his name, his father's first initial. On the stairs she's two steps taller than he is and it something, he feels, to look up to this woman, to be held up by his wife.

-Attica Locke

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