The Poisonwood Bible
A Thousand Splendid Suns
'Your face certainly rings a bell.'
'Yours too. You look different though.'
'Yes, I'm the only woman here who's drenched in sweat,' said Emma, plucking at the fabric beneath her arms.
'You mean "perspiration".'
'Actually, no, this is sweat. I look like I've been dragged from a lake. Natural silk my eye!'
'Sort of an oriental theme, isn't it?'
'I call it my Fall of Saigon look. Chinese technically. Of course the trouble with one of these dresses is forty minutes later you want another one!' she said, and had that feeling, halfway through the sentence that she would have been better off not starting it. Did she imagine it, or did he roll his eyes a little? 'Sorry.'
'That's okay. I really like the dress. In fact me love it long time.'
The Memory of Love
Memoirs of a Geisha
So I drew my sleeve up above my elbow and held my arm out for her to see. She took it and turned it in her hands to look at the top and the bottom.
'You have a lovely arm; and beautiful skin. You should make sure every man who sits near you sees it at least once.'
When We Were Orphans
Then at last I was going past the American consul's residence, and then the Robertsons' house. I turned off Bubbling Well Road into our road and a second wind took me the remaining distance to our gate.
I knew as soon as I turned through our gateway - though there was nothing obvious to tell me so - that I was too late, that the thing had finished long ago. I found the front door bolted. I ran to the back door, which opened for me, and ran through the house shouting for some reason not for my mother, but for Mei Li - perhaps even at that stage, I did not wish to acknowledge the implications of shouting for my mother.
The house appeared to be empty. Then as I was standing bewildered in the entrance hall, I heard a giggling sound ....
It dawned on me then that Mei Li was weepng, and I knew as I had known throughout that punishing run home, that my mother was gone.
The Joy Luck Club
The Sense of an Ending
The day was hot and sunny; it didn't know what had happened. You'd think the sky would be black and stormy once you'd had your stepmother on a Sunday afternoon, but it wasn't. It was high and blue and empty. The road was twisting and Lewis drank some more and then put the bottle between his legs to steer better. He went fast and couldn't feel the gin at all, and thought that if he could kill himself driving it would be a good thing.
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