So It Was True! A Pain Slashed

Somewhere, On The Long Road That Wound Through Those Four Years, The Girl With Her Sachet & Dancing Slippers Had Slipped Away & There Was Left A Woman With Sharp Green Eyes, Who Counted Pennies & Turned Her Hands To Many Menial Tasks, A Woman To Whom Nothing Was Left From The Wreckage Except The Indestructible Red Earth On Which She Stood.

Longing Hearts Could Only Stand So Much Longing.

Once, When She Was Six Years Old, She Had Fallen From A Tree, Flat On Her Stomach. She Could Still Recall That Sickening Interval Before Breath Came Back Into Her Body. Now, As She Looked At Him, She Felt The Same Way She Had Felt Then, Breathless, Stunned, Nauseated.

Vanity Was Stronger Than Love At Sixteen And There Was No Room In Her Hot Heart Now For Anything But Hate.

[t]he Merciful Adjustment Which Nature Makes When What Cannot Be Cured Must Be Endured.