Still, for sixteen years I saw the way he passed the....

“ Still, for sixteen years I saw the way he passed the butter dish across the dining room table to her, as if he wished it could be more, as if he wished she could life the lid and precious gems would spill over her dinner, as if that might finally make her happy- an inedible, improvident gift, like easy, unexpected laughter. ”

Laura Kasischke

From : White Bird in a Blizzard