Who is that girl? Loretta demanded one evening.What girl? Hunter felt heat rising up his neck and avoided meeting his wife's flashing blue gaze. girl, the one who seems to have something in her eye.Hunter obliged Loretta by giving Bright Star a bored glance. She is sister to my woman who is dead. He bent back over the arrowhead he was sharpening. She is called Bright Star.She doesn't very bright. Is that a tic, or does she always blink that way?Hunter smothered a snort of laughter. She makes eyes, yes?At you?He straightened and lifted a dark brow. You think she makes eyes for you?
by Catherine Anderson
(0 Reviews)

In a tense moment between Loretta and Hunter, Loretta's curiosity about a girl named Bright Star leads to a revealing discussion. Loretta's probing questions cause Hunter to feel uncomfortable, as he tries to deflect her attention away from the girl who is connected to his deceased wife. The atmosphere is charged with Loretta's suspicion and Hunter's reluctance to share his thoughts on Bright Star, indicating a deeper emotional conflict.

The dialogue carries an undertone of humor as Hunter responds to Loretta's criticisms about Bright Star. Despite acknowledging that the girl might not be very intelligent, he finds amusement in their conversation, particularly when Loretta insinuates that Bright Star has an interest in him. The exchange blends tension with lightheartedness, highlighting the complexities of relationships and the way past connections can influence present dynamics.

Stats

Categories
Votes
0
Page views
6
Update
February 15, 2025

Rate the Quote

Add Comment & Review

User Reviews

Based on 0 reviews
5 Star
0
4 Star
0
3 Star
0
2 Star
0
1 Star
0
Add Comment & Review
We'll never share your email with anyone else.
More »

Other quotes in Comanche Moon

More »

Other quotes in book quote

More »

Popular quotes

Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.
by Mitch Albom
Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.
by Mitch Albom
Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that I must differ. No matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always something they can't explain, something that created it all at the end of the search. And no matter how far they try to go the other way – to extend life, play around with the genes, clone this, clone that, live to one hundred and fifty – at some point, life is over. And then what happens? When the life comes to an end? I shrugged. You see? He leaned back. He smiled. When you come to the end, that's where God begins.
by Mitch Albom
You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.
by Mitch Albom
we get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A life to wander, to settle, to fall in love, to parent, to test our promise, to realize our mortality-and, in some lucky cases, to do something after that realization.
by Mitch Albom
The nun said, I can forgive the language. I'm not sure I can forgive your making an obscene gesture at your mother. Ya gotta know her, Holland said. If you knew her, you'd give her the finger, too.
by John Sandford
But an ink brush, she thinks, is a skeleton key for a prisoner's mind.
by David Mitchell
There's lying," says Mum, fishing out the envelope she wrote the directions on from her handbag, "which is wrong, and there's creating the right impression, which is necessary.
by David Mitchell
Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty.
by David Mitchell
Ain't you supposed to have peace when you die?'You have peace,' the old woman said, 'when you make it with yourself.
by Mitch Albom