If a crowd can flinch, they flinch. More than a thousand men flinch under the fist of just one. I don't see what the women do.

Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

Viola blows out a thoughtful air. "My dad used to say, 'There's only forward, Vi, only outward and up.'" "There's only forward," I repeat. "Outward and up," she says.

Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

I'll find you- Keep calling for me, Viola- Cuz here I come.

Stories don’t always have happy endings.