Chapter 22

• Moira stood up straight and looked firmly ahead. She drew her shoulders back, pulled up her spine, and compressed her lips.
• Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy. Already we were losing the taste for freedom, already we were finding these walls secure.
• Part of it I can fill in myself, part of it I heard from Alma, who heard it from Dolores, who heard it from Janine
• “I look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me think of a hat, the large-brimmed hats women used to wear”
• “For every rule there is always an exception”
• “Aunt Lydia didn’t repeat any of this part to Janine, but I expect Moira said something like it.”
• “I think we found this frightening”
• “Moira was our fantasy”
• It takes a while to get the wrinkles out, of anything new.
• The veil she tore into strips
• I could injure you badly so you would never feel good in your body again.
• This was not our usual posture
• Moira had power now, she'd been set loose, she'd set herself loose. She was now a loose woman.
• Already we were losing the taste for freedom, already we were finding these walls secure.
• Moira didn't reappear. She hasn't yet.