An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

Here is a small fact: You are going to die"
"does this scare you? I urge you don't be afraid, I'm nothing if not fair"
- Death

There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking,and there are soft,coal-colored clouds, beating like black hearts

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)

Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.