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"Well, sir, do you mean to remain there, commending my father's taste in wine, or do you mean to accompany me to Ashtead?" "Set off for Ashtead at this hour, when I have been traveling for two days?" said Sir Horace. "Now, do, my boy, have a little common sense! Why should I?" "I imagine that your parental feeling, sir, must provide you with the answer! If it does not, so be it! I am leaving immediately!" "What do you mean to do when you reach Lacy Manor?" asked Sir Horace, regarding him in some amusement. "Wring Sophy's neck!" said Mr. Rivenhall savagely. "Well, you don't need my help for that, my dear boy!" said Sir Horace, settling himself more comfortably in his chair."
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daughter
father
parental-love
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Georgette Heyer |
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The way Mom saw it, women should let menfolk do the work because it made them feel more manly. That notion only made sense if you had a strong man willing to step up and get things done, and between Dad's gimp, Buster's elaborate excuses, and Apache's tendency to disappear, it was often up to me to keep the place from falling apart. But even when everyone was pitching in, we never got out from under all the work. I loved that ranch, though sometimes it did seem that instead of us owning the place, the place owned us.
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common-sense
daughter
farming
mother
ranch
work
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Jeannette Walls |
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5959d28
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"Dr. Bone Specialist came in, made me stand up and hobble across the room, checked my reflexes, and then made me lie down on the table. He bent my right knee this way and that, up and down, all the way out to the side and in. Then he did the same with my left leg. He ordered X rays then started to leave the room. I panicked. I MUST GET DRUGS. "What can I take for the pain?" I asked him before he got out the door. "You can take some over the counter ibuprofen," he suggested. "But I wouldn't take more than nine a day." I choked. Nine a day? I'd been popping forty. Nine a day? Like hell. I couldn't even go to the bathroom on my own, I hadn't slept in three weeks, and my normally sunny cheery disposition had turned into that of a very rabid dog. If I didn't get good drugs and get them now, it was straight to Shooter's World and then Walgreens pharmacy for me. "I don't think you understand," I explained. "I can't go to work. I have spent the last four days with my mother who is addicted to QVC, watching jewelry shows, doll shows and make-up shows. I almost ordered a beef-jerky maker! Give me something, or I'm going to use your calf muscles to make the first batch!" Without further ado, he hastily scribbled out a prescription for some codeine and was gone. I was happy. My mother, however, had lost the ability to speak."
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back-pain
bedside-manner
daughter
doctor-patient-relationship
doctors
excruciating
family-relation
listening-skills
mother
pain
prescriptions
threats
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Laurie Notaro |
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"Since Mom wasn't exactly the most useful person in the world, one lesson I learned at an early age was how to get things done, and this was a source of both amazement and concern for Mom, who considered my behavior unladylike but also counted on me. "I never knew a girl to have such gumption," she'd say. "But I'm not too sure it's a good thing."
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daughter
determination
mixed-feelings
mother
strong-willed-child
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Jeannette Walls |
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The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.
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daughter
death
father
loss
memories
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Frank Beddor |
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Do not expect too much from your child and she will grow in your love... But if you push her too much, you will push her away. A child is not yours to own but to raise. She may not be what you will have her to be, but she will be what she has to be. Remember what they say, that 'Wood may remain twenty years in the water, but it is still not a fish.
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daughter
family
parenthood
parenting
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Jane Yolen |
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"Judith Rey watches the young woman. Once upon a time, I had a baby daughter. I dressed her in frilly frocks, enrolled her for ballet classes, and sent her to horse-riding camp five summers in a row. But look at her. She turned into Lester anyway. She kisses Luisa's forehead. Luisa frowns, suspiciously, like a teenager. "What?"
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daughter
father
growing-up
human-nature
identity
mother
parents
roles
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David Mitchell |
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332a678
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"She is shocked by the rows of thick Plexiglas windows, each equipped with a telephone, each with a prisoner on one side and an outsider on the other. There is a teenage girl chatting with a prisoner who is presumably her father. There's a married couple talking to their daughter. There's a woman with a baby in her arms, sobbing into her phone as she begs her husband not to plead guilty for his crimes. Jail is terrifying to Geraldine, not only because it's a house of criminals but also because it's a cold slap in the face, a reminder of where she will eventually end up. "You've got to stay with me the whole time, Callo! I'm serious, you CANNOT leave me here." "I'll never," Callo vows, but he's eyeing her strangely. "Just remember which side of the glass you're on right now, Geraldine."
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crime
daughter
glass
guilty
husband
jail
phone
plexiglas
prison
prisoner
slammer
strange
telephone
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Rebecca McNutt |