From Gloria:
"I try to believe," she said, "that God doesn't give you more than one little piece of the story at once. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart could crack wider than you can handle. He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of it. Only no one sees it. Nobody sees it. Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they would if they could see that crack."--
Rebecca Wells.
To Judy:
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