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'I'll have my arms tight around you so you won't need to try to get away and i'll show you what love is like, what it does" (Arnold Friend)

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'I'll have my arms tight around you so you won't need to try to get away and i'll show you what love is like, what it does" (Arnold Friend)

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"That's a good girl. Put the phone back" (Arnold Friend)

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"That's a good girl. Put the phone back" (Arnold Friend)

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M going to get you baby (arnold friend)

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"Maybe you better go away"Connie said faintly

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"Maybe you better go away"Connie said faintly

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'What are you going to do"
"Just two things, or maybe three"- (Arnold) Page153

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"She was hollow with what had been fear but what was now just an emptiness"

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"She was hollow with what had been fear but what was now just an emptiness"

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"Shut your mouth and keep it shut,"-Page 152

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"Shut your mouth and keep it shut,"-Page 152

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"What do you . . . you're crazy, you. . . ."

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Her father was away at work most of the time and when he was home he wanted supper to read the newspaper and to go to bed not bothering to talk to them

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"Everything about her had two sides to it, one for home and one for anywhere that was not home"

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"Everything about her had two sides to it, one for home and one for anywhere that was not home"

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Connie wished her mother was dead and she
herself was dead and it was all over. "She makes me want to throw up sometimes," she complained to her friends.

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She was hollow with what had been fear but was now replaced with emptiness

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She cried out cried for her mother

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"Connie's mother kept picking at her until Connie wished her mother was dead and herself was dead and it was all over."

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"Connie's mother kept picking at her until Connie wished her mother was dead and herself was dead and it was all over."

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"She could see then that he wasn't a kid, he was much older - thirty maybe more" 

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"She could see then that he wasn't a kid, he was much older - thirty maybe more" 

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(Arnold)

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"...Connie had to hear her praised all the time
by her mother and her mother's sisters."

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"She thought, I'm not going to see my mom again."

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"She thought, I'm not going to see my mom again."

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Everything about her had two sides one for home and one for everyother place

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"Stay home alone then, " her mother said sharply

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"Stay home alone then, " her mother said sharply

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"If June's name was mentioned her mother's tone was approving, and if Connie's name was mentioned it was disapproving." -Narrator
"Stop gawking at yourself. Who are you? You think you're so pretty?"
-Mother

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"Why don't you keep your room clean like your sister...You don't see your sister using that junk" Page 145

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"Why don't you keep your room clean like your sister...You don't see your sister using that junk" Page 145

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Her mother, who noticed everything and knew everything and
who hadn't much reason any longer to look at her own face, always scolded Connie about it. "Stop gawking at yourself. Who are
you? You think you're so pretty?" she would say

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"why don't you keep your room clean like your sister"-mother

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Her mother, who noticed everything and knew everything and
who hadn't much reason any longer to look at her own face, always scolded Connie about it. "Stop gawking at yourself. Who are
you? You think you're so pretty?" she would say.