Books Became Her Friends, And There Was

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

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

The Library Was A Little Old Shaby Place. Francie Thought It Was Beautiful. The Feeling She Had About It Was As Good As The Feeling She Had About Church. She Pushed Open The Door And Went In. She Liked The Cmbined Smell Of Worn Leather Bindings, Library Past And Freshly Inked Stamping Pads Better Than She Liked The Smell Of Burning Incense At High Mass.

This Could Be A Whole Life," She Thought. "you Work Eight Hours A Day Covering Wires To Earn Money To Buy Food And To Pay For A Place To Sleep So That You Can Keep Living To Come Back To Cover More Wires. Some People Are Born And Kept Living Just To Come To This.

No. I Don't Want To Need Anybody. I Want Someone To Need Me ... I Want Someone To Need Me.