As newly-weds these two have had wild fun for about two months. Two years pass and a routine is forming. Molly’s mother’s character and persona is...starting to peek through her. Mike is showing his father’s discipline and obedience, taking hits from Molly. Molly is a few years younger than him and has learned who she is as a woman. Now she is trying to learn who she is as a person, but her mother’s side is showing, coming out of her in defense for Mike not being the man she expected him to be.. This is a kind of death.Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it. Sunday evening when we got home we found that my aunt, one of my Dad's sisters, had come for a unexpected visit. Well, Aunt Mae decided so what if we weren't home, what was the difference, so she stayed in our home all weekend just as if we were there. She read some books, watched a little TV, slept in my bed and had a very relaxing weekend. On Monday morning she kissed us goodbye and off she went, leaving me with a little surprise under my pillow. There was an envelope, and in it was a savings. You are yanked roughly, feeling yourself go mercifully weightless for a brief moment before your ribcage crashes against a stone step. You can't breath, pain washing out everything as you are wrenched forward. You are continually dragged forward, until you hear a door swing open.You're grabbed by your hair, now long-and-white, dragged to your feet. "If you're lucky, headman will get you in the mornin'" you feel the bloated maggots crawl against your ear as the squirm free from his mouth. "Don't.