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But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Also
Green
Flickering
Still
Weak
Blew
Body
Room
Chair
Back
Rooms
Candle
Wanted
Leave
Chairs
Grace
Granted
Away
Warm
Stills
Lonely

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