The rain had let up, but the ground was drenched and dark. It will make everything grow, she thought absent-mindedly. - P44
"Violet’s a bloody colour," Grandmother said. "Talk about ‘bloody’ – did I ever tell you about the dead pig I found once? We boiled the meat off for a week and it stunk to heaven. Your father wanted to have the skeleton for school. You know, for zoology." - P47