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“When she emerged, Keith was watching the tiny round window of the under-the-counter washing machine.
"Put your clothes in for a wash," he said. "They were disgusting."
Ginny always thought that the only way of getting clothes clean was by drowning them in scalding water and then whipping them around in a violent centrifugal motion that caused the entire washing machine to vibrate and the floor to shake. You beat them clean. You made them suffer. This machine used about half a cup of water and was about as violent as a toaster, plus it stopped every few minutes, as if it were exhausted from the effort of turning itself.
Sluff, sluff, sluff sluff. Rest. Rest. Rest.
Click.
Sluff, sluff, sluff, sluff. Rest. Rest. Rest.
"Who thought to put a window on a washing machine?" Keith asked. "Does anyone just sit and watch their wash?"
You mean, besides us?"
"Well," he said, "yeah. Is there any coffee?”
― Maureen Johnson, 13 Little Blue Envelopes

“Why are Americans so fascinated by Ireland?鈥� Keith asked... 鈥測ou all think you鈥檙e Irish. What鈥檚 the appeal? Do you like the accent more? Is it all the magical rocks? Oh, look, a lep颅rechaun...”
― Maureen Johnson, The Last Little Blue Envelope

“Good God, Keith."
"Yes, I've talked to Him too and I'm still waiting on his Guidance...”
― John Grisham, The Confession

“Keith traced my face, traced my hands and traced my body as the crickets chirped a love song and I lost myself in his eyes that stroked my soul and punctured my heart, like a poison arrow in a shooting star”
― Aishabella Sheikh, Lavinia

“Check it out. She's scandalously popular, insanely beautiful, and obviously in the middle of some emotional shoot-out to consent to date the human Tator Tot.”
― David Bischoff, Some Kind of Wonderful

“Wolves don鈥檛 live long, who walk heedlessly into a moonlit field. Even one that amounts to their backyard.”
― Elizabeth Bear, Blood and Iron

“The Keiths are Keiths because they are not particularly handsome, not particularly intelligent, not particularly kind. A Keith would never train to compete in professional sports or practice an instrument until he became a maestro. Neither would a Keith jump in front of a loaded gun, but he would help you gather the contents of your grocery bag if you spilled it on the sidewalk. On a city bus, your gaze would pass pleasantly over a Keith as though over a stretch of ocean.”
― Mary South, You Will Never Be Forgotten: Stories

“I cradle Keith with a mole against my chest to turn him over, then I massage his butt. "You're special," I whisper in his ear, at a moment when I'm pretty sure no one is looking.

"You're a special Keith.”
― Mary South, You Will Never Be Forgotten: Stories