“How different everyone looked. How louldly they talked about who was starting work tomorrow, who would start in a week, while Sister Raymond sat at her desk looking serene. Bird felt a lurch in her chest. Of all of them, she though, she might be the one who'd miss school the most.”

—  Patricia Reilly Giff

Source: Water Street (2006), Chapters 21-29, p. 159

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