« "I think I have lost it," she said solemnly. "What?" said Tibby, raising his head from his luggage. I'm going to have to I think I lost the old Bee. `...` -When I think back to the girl I was, she seems so far away... She always walked fast, I drag my feet. She went to bed late and got up early, I spend my time sleeping. I feel like if she keeps moving away, I'll never be able to find her again. -And... Do you want to find her? This year, Bee had done everything to radically change. And Tibby had a little idea about his motives. Without being able to escape his problems, Bee had put in place an ultra-sophisticated protection system. Tibby knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. She also knew how tempting it was to give up that part of her suffering, to get rid of her sadness, her devastated happiness like an old sweater too small. -If I want to? Bee weighed every word carefully. "Yes, I think so. Tears flooded her eyes, sticking her blonde eyelashes in bundles, Tibby felt her eyesight blurred. "Then you have to find her," she said, her throat tight. Bee deplia one of his arms and left it there, open, palm facing the ceiling. Without even thinking Tibby got up to take her hand. Then her friend put her head on her shoulder and she felt her hair and tears tickled her collarbone. "That's why I'm 19th," Bee confessed. Later, when Tibby found herself alone, she compared herself to her. It was not as destructive, nor so radical. Great melodramas, it wasn't his thing. She preferred to flee her ghosts, quietly and without shrapnel. »

« In an emergency situation, everyone has a role, a mission, we team up, adversity brings people closer together. Death is a whole different story. There is nothing to do. Death leaves you alone in the face of emptiness. »

« Once upon a time there were four pregnant women who had met in a gym. Without laughing, that's how it started. These beautiful round and sporty women with their foam headbands around their foreheads were all waiting for girls, who were to be born around September. Four girls who knew each other as babies, became young girls and then women. Inseparable, like sisters. »