Переродження Джун Ферров

I’d been pulling at a thread that seemed to have no end. Like the toss of a stone into a well, when you’re waiting, breath held, to hear it hit the dark water below. But that silence just kept going.

Again, I wouldn’t argue, because there was no point. That was one of the benefits of working with your oldest, and in my case—only—friend. You got good at not wasting energy where it would be badly spent.