But I do not know what to tell myself. Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.
Then she say, Aibee, you're my real mama. She don't even look at me, just say it like she talking about the weather.
I’ve never been happier in my whole life.”I leave it at that. Underneath all that happy, she sure doesn’t look happy.
Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.
