"I laid aside my book and turned over to sit up. I was hurting, and I wanted to hurt her, too: 'Where have you been?' I demanded in an ugly tone. What right did she have to be enjoying herself when we were locked away, and kept from doing the youthful things that were our right? I would never have a summer when I was twelve again, nor would Chris enjoy this fourteenth summer, or the twins their fifth.
The ugly, accusing tone of my voice paled her distance. She blanched and her lips quivered, and perhaps she regretted bringing us a big wall calendar so we could know when it was Saturday or Sunday. The calendar was filled with our big red X's to mark off our imprisoned days, our hot, lonely, suspenseful, hurting days."
- Flowers in the Attic
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Flowers in the Attic Quotes
Mystery / ThrillerQuotes from the series of Flowers in the Attic Petals on the Wind If There Be Thorns Seeds of Yesterday Garden of Shadows
