Dark Places -Pg 145

   Patty wondered how many hours she and Diane had spent rumbling around in cars together: a thousand? Two thousand? Maybe if you added it all up, a sum total of two years, put end to end, the way mattress companies did: You spend a third of your life asleep, why not do it on a ComfortCush? Eight years standing in lines, they say. Six years peeing. Put like that, life was grim. Two years waiting in the doctor's office, but a total of three hours watching Debby at breakfast laughing until milk started dribbling down her chin. Two weeks eating soppy pancakes her girls made for her, the middle still sour with batter. Only one hour staring in amazement as Ben unconsciously tucked his baseball cap behind his ears in a gesture mirror-perfect to what his grandpa did.