Franny gave her sister a tired smile. "Oh, my love," she said. "What do the only children do?"
"Half the things in this life I wish I could remember and the other half I wish I could forget."
"All the stories go with you, Franny thought, closing her eyes. All the things I didn’t listen to, won’t remember, never got right, wasn’t around for.
“Isn’t that what everyone wants, just for a moment to be unencumbered?