The Remingtons Narrative

Although the daughter’s shame in her mother is evident, she is also prideful of her as well. The strong love that the mother and daughter share is pervasive throughout the story. The story is being told by the daughter after she is all grown up. The fact that Jones uses such vivid detail on the mother’s preparation for her daughters first day of school shows that the daughter loved her mom and all that she did for her. The daughter recalls that her mother spent a lot of time preparing her when she says, “My mother has uncharacteristically spent nearly an hour on my hair that morning, plaiting and replaiting so that now my scalp tingles.” (Jones) She also remembers that her “pale green slip and underwear are new, the underwear having come three to a plastic package with a little girl on the front who appears to be dancing.” (Jones) The daughter having remembered details like these illustrate that she has an immense love and takes pride

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

Contrast and Contradiction: Gene says the Finny is his closest friend, but yet he can’t wait to see Finny get in trouble (Knowles 28).

Once the groom kissed his bride, Betty was overjoyed to realize that they would be together for the rest of their lives. They walked outside to the front porch holding hands so gaily. Mack asked Betty to an expensive state dinner uptown for just the two of them. The response he got was “I really would just like to go home and watch the Fugitive on television. I can’t miss it.” Mack was smitten and had to do what she wanted.

Drew Sullivan was torn between his Catholic guilt and feeling free for the first time. It has been a couple of weeks since he fucked Kyle. Drew's kitchen shades were permanently closed, hence their playful peek-a-boo weekend ritual came to an abrupt stop. In Drew's mindset, temptation had been thwarted.

There was a strong pungent of disinfectants and rubbing alcohol as she was rushed into the lobby. Crying out her last breath to express her agonizing pain as she lied down on the cold gurney. The nurses in a light blue uniform quickly arrived as several doctors in long white gowns rushed to the scene. Her mother was by her side, holding her hands as tight as she could, as the nurses pushed the agitating gurney towards the automatic doors. Soon her visions blurred and as the world turned into a tint of pink and red. As her vision slowly darkened, she solely relied on the touch of her mother’s warm hand and her soothing voice. Notwithstanding the tight grip of her mother’s hands, they was soon torn apart. Fear took over her body as she cried even louder. The sudden yet rhythmic beep was the last memory she could recall. It was March 5th.

“You know what, Denny, that’s the difference between you and me,” Orson said nodding, relaxed as ever. “You don’t know how to take advantage of an opportunity—and I do.”

Allie woke up and came to consciousness, elated to realize it was simply a nightmare. Her room was pitch black as she gazed around the walls of her room. Rain pounded against her window and thunder was booming off in the distance. A sharp crack of lighting lit her room. With the flash of light, Allie saw her mother covered in blood laid back in a chair across the room. She leaped out of bed to find help, only to see her blood stained father’s grinning face blocking the

An immense pressure bore in her head as she slowly awoke from her midday slumber, her daydreams slowly fading away from her mind. Reality sunk in, and she found herself awake. Dim light shone through the windows and it pierced her eyes, worse than a thousand needles ever could. Her mental screams sounded that of countless condemned souls, shrieking for life

Addison acknowledged the spoken truth with a simple nod. “Fair enough, you did. I suppose we know what’s for supper tomorrow.”

Matt didn’t want to order. The waiter can back with the food and gave Mike his plate.

"This is horrible. Even though, it has been fifteen years, I'll never adjust to life without her." He wept. It annoyed him each time that he visited her grave and had trouble controlling his emotions. Returning to the truck, he promised to stop grieving for the love of his life. This is not what she wanted. I need to take care of a few things before I go home He thought going to the

“I 'm your best friend and I want to look out for you.” I answer, “I was just asking if you had eaten anything. It 's just a question.”

Everyone came back to the dining room and starts eating dinner. The tension was very high between Plum and everyone else. When dinner was done, everyone went to talk to each other, seeing how life was treating them. Of course, Mr. Boddy went up and asked Plum if he was ok because of how he acted at the table. When Mr. Boddy came up to Plum, Plum thought of what he could say to Mr. Boddy without getting killed by Scarlet. This is what he said.

“Well here goes another day, what do you want to do today Colby,” I said.