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Jimmy is Maisie’s boyfriend. His parents saved him from the residential schools by fleeing to the United States when he was young. As a result, he neither understands nor fully accepts what happened to Maisie or Lucy. In the novel, he is the voice of insensitivity and doubt, representing people who either disbelieve survivors’ accounts or want to know why they can’t move on from what happened to them as children.
Jimmy Quotes in Five Little Indians
The Five Little Indians quotes below are all either spoken by Jimmy or refer to Jimmy. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Chapter 3: Maisie
Quotes
I left Lucy alone again that night. […]. I grabbed my special bag and headed for the Kingsway bus, ready for the transformation again. When I first got out of the Mission, I only had to go out maybe once a month, sometimes once every two months even, and I would be fine. That unbearable panic and urge to scream that I could barely suppress would ease. But now, it seemed like every day all day, it was all I could think of. The last few months the Old Man had given me something to smoke. Called it horse. Said I’d like it, and I did. Made it hard to remember and easy to forget the disgust I felt for him, for myself, for my need to do it again and again, like it might make it all go away.
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Jimmy Quotes in Five Little Indians
The Five Little Indians quotes below are all either spoken by Jimmy or refer to Jimmy. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Chapter 3: Maisie
Quotes
I left Lucy alone again that night. […]. I grabbed my special bag and headed for the Kingsway bus, ready for the transformation again. When I first got out of the Mission, I only had to go out maybe once a month, sometimes once every two months even, and I would be fine. That unbearable panic and urge to scream that I could barely suppress would ease. But now, it seemed like every day all day, it was all I could think of. The last few months the Old Man had given me something to smoke. Called it horse. Said I’d like it, and I did. Made it hard to remember and easy to forget the disgust I felt for him, for myself, for my need to do it again and again, like it might make it all go away.
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