Old lady . In fact, less. Every glance in the mirror is a shock to Dana. She dreads the lonely slide downward with George, her maddeningly inattentive husband. Holding on to her daughter is the only way she can think of to hold on to her own life, even if it means stopping Carrie from making an old mistake with Jess Deeping again. .
Death is so weird.
Millions and millions of people are dead. All the people who ever lived since the beginning of time, since the beginning of the world, are now dead. I picture them as stacked on top of one another like a gigantic pile of cordwood about a trillion miles high. She longs for a tattoo and an identity, something solid to hold onto in a slippery world. Her mother's old friend Jess is the steadiest thing in her life, but Mom seems reluctant to lean on him . . . . . .