As Long As One Can Suffer, One

It's Come At Last", She Thought, "the Time When You Can No Longer Stand Between Your Children And Heartache.

Brooklyn Was A Dream. All The Things That Happened There Just Couldn't Happen. It Was All Dream Stuff. Or Was It All Real And True And Was It That She, Francie, Was The Dreamer?

But She Needs Me More Than She Needs Him And I Guess Being Needed Is Almost As Good As Being Loved. Maybe Better.

'dear God,' She Prayed, 'let Me Be Something Every Minute Of Every Hour Of My Life.'

There Are Very Few Bad People. There Are Just A Lot Of People That Are Unlucky.