“How stoic and constant Mother was, how seething and unfathomable…she had never been so angry with anyone and never wanted anyone to love her as much as she wanted Hattie’s love. But Hattie was always so remote, like a receding shore as a ship moves farther out to sea.” – Ayana Mathis The Twelve Tribes of Hattie
I love the description and imagery Mathis uses here. What a beautiful way to depict Bell’s desperate longing.
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