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Carver, R. (2000). Boxes. In Carver, R. Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories. Vintage Contemporaries, pp. 409-424

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"Honey, you can't do anything," she said. "The time for doing anything has come and gone. It's too late to do anything. I wanted to like it here. I thought we'd go on picnics and take drives together. But none of that happened. You're always busy. You're off working, you and Jill. You're never at home. Or else if you are at home you have the phone off the hook all day. Anyway, I never see you," she said.

this feeling of relying on another person who can disappoint you: something neil got a glimpse of and turned his back on early on

—p.413 by Raymond Carver 4 years, 10 months ago

"Honey, you can't do anything," she said. "The time for doing anything has come and gone. It's too late to do anything. I wanted to like it here. I thought we'd go on picnics and take drives together. But none of that happened. You're always busy. You're off working, you and Jill. You're never at home. Or else if you are at home you have the phone off the hook all day. Anyway, I never see you," she said.

this feeling of relying on another person who can disappoint you: something neil got a glimpse of and turned his back on early on

—p.413 by Raymond Carver 4 years, 10 months ago
422

[...] She puts an arm around my neck, draws me to her, and then begins to cry. But she stops almost at once and steps back, pushing the heel of her hand against her eyes. "I said I wouldn't do that, and I won't. But let me get a last look at you anyway. I'll miss you, honey," she says. "I'm just going to have to live through this. I've already lived through things I didn't think were possible. But I'll live through this, too, I guess." [...]

—p.422 by Raymond Carver 4 years, 10 months ago

[...] She puts an arm around my neck, draws me to her, and then begins to cry. But she stops almost at once and steps back, pushing the heel of her hand against her eyes. "I said I wouldn't do that, and I won't. But let me get a last look at you anyway. I'll miss you, honey," she says. "I'm just going to have to live through this. I've already lived through things I didn't think were possible. But I'll live through this, too, I guess." [...]

—p.422 by Raymond Carver 4 years, 10 months ago