'It's the hardness that holds no moisture. It's the completeness, the stillness that has no give — no reflection of the other ... In this case at least it's not even a coldness. That would imply disdain.
'No. These are the eyes of someone who does not love, nor even care. These are the eyes, as I remember them, as I looked up as a small child, into the face of my grandmother.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
