“This is not the place for me. I really think that I don’t belong here. But I don’t know where I want to go, and I don’t have legs that can carry me somewhere.”
“Everywhere’s a bad place to cross nowadays,” said Ma. “The traffic’s dreadful. Do you realize, Pa, that’s the third this year, and all on my side of the family too. First there was Grandfather, then my second cousin once removed, and now poor old Auntie Betty...”