when Jane comes out, we hug, but Betty draws back. Her family, the Bakers, did not hug socially, and she is not a woman who cares much for such. Nor is she often sentimental. Inside a silver locket she has worn for years, a gift from my father, are the stock photographs of strangers it came with.
Bettyville: A Memoir by George Hodgman
On the second read of Bettyville. Fantastic book.
Bewildered Creatures 