“Some cockamamie psychiatrist decides the problem is Natalie doesn't get enough attention, and Helen ships him off! Our Matthew! I‟m happy as a pig in mud to have him here, but it‟s a darn fool thing. What child doesn't have a brother or sister? Half the world has seven or eight. Having a brother didn't make Natalie the way she is. One look at the two of them together and that big-shot psychiatrist would have known that."
“Put her in an asylum, Helen. It‟s the humane thing to do."
From the doorway, I see Nat‟s soft purple blanket in a tangled heap. Why didn't my mom pack it? How will Nat go to sleep without it? I feel like marching into my parents‟ room and shaking my mom. How could you send her to that place without her blanket?