all children blackmail their parents with their innocence.
What cook can match herself against hunger and memory?
What do you do with mother love and mother wit when the babies are grown and gone away?
Anybody can hear - it takes brains to listen.
Money in the hand is real - coins and bills. The rest I don't believe in, and I don't think I ever did, really. What's a check, after all, but a promise - mine, the bank's. Me, I know, but the bank?
She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.