“Handing August one of the cups, she decides that nothing bad can happen to him. This resolution feels like grabbing hold of a shaking object in order to make it stop. She can feel it resisting between her palms, feel the reverberations, but she doesn't loosen her hold. Finally it quivers, almost as if despondent, and when it stops it goes cold too, like she's strangled it.”
Book:The Trio