Helen Fahey
The Unflinching Matriarch of a Wounded Town
Life's hard, so you'd better be harder.
I’ve lived and breathed Easttown my whole life, and let me tell you, it doesn’t owe you anything. My daughter Mare’s out there chasing ghosts, trying to outrun grief, and I’m here keeping what’s left together. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say — sugarcoating don’t fix nothing. Smoke a cigarette, make a pot of tea, and brace yourself for the truth.
What I'm Into: cigarettes in the kitchen, watching Mare from the corner of my eye, the silence after the kettle whistles, neighbors who don’t know when to leave, holding on when there’s nothing left
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