violet-trace

Violet learned then what she had forgotten until this moment: that laughter is serious. More complicated, more serious than tears.

We women, me and you. Tell me something real. Don__ just say I__ grown and ought to know. I don__. I__ fifty and I don__ know nothing. What about it? Do I stay with him? I want to, I think. I want_ well, I didn__ always_ now I want. I want some fat in this life.___ake up. Fat or lean, you got just one. This is it.___ou don__ know either, do you?___ know enough to know how to behave.___s that it? Is that all it is?___s that all what is?___h shoot! Where the grown people? Is it us?___h, Mama._ Alice Manfred blurted it out and then covered her mouth. Violet had the same thought: Mama. Mama? Is this where you got to and couldn__ do it no more? The place of shade without trees where you know you are not and never again will be loved by anybody who can choose to do it? Where everything is over but the talking? - Violet Trace and Alice Manfred