A story is in the telling, the facts lend themselves to a particular interest but the story is in the telling. The story of the boys in that home was told so well, it did not rely on the terror of the horror, though the horror was there, it told the story well.
The lying life of adults is a fine story, pieces wrapped up and balanced, but is the kind of story I am happy to finish, I am happy for her to come to the end of her days of confusing teenageness, come to her being her, and then I will happily wish her a fine life. I wonder if the is will happen.