“Would you say you were loved by the right people at the right time in the right way and for the right reasons?”
Michael Holmes and Nora Savins stepped into the ornate atrium of the Department of Vital Privileges and looked up at the life-size marble statue of the Founding Father, a smiling young man who held in his hand an ancient movie script rolled into a scroll.
“Keanu Reeves,” Michael said reverentially, “with his quote from Parenthood: You need a license to drive, you need a license to fish, you need a license to own a dog, but they will let any moron be a parent.” And under the inscription he read the First Law of the Republic: “Never Again Any Moron.”
How many times, she wondered, had she woven together cloth that his sword had then torn apart along with the flesh underneath?
Quante volte, si chiese, aveva tessuto assieme stoffa che la sua spada aveva poi spaccato a meta` assieme alla carne che essa ricopriva?
One man. An extraordinary choice.