And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes.
There, inches from the tips of Weary’s combat boots, were the pitiful buttons of Billy’s spine.
“Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.”
She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies. Men looked at her and wanted to fill her up with babies right away.
Note: I like her already.