You've Got To Bend With The Wind

I Still Don't Even Know If The Sheriff Will Let Me See Him. And Suppose He Did; What Then? What Do I Say To Him? Do I Know What A Man Is? Do I Know How A Man Is Supposed To Die? I'm Still Trying To Find Out How A Man Should Live. Am I Supposed To Tell Someone How To Die Who Has Never Lived?

When I'm Sitting In The Church Alone, I Can Hear Singing Of The Old People. I Can Hear Their Singing And I Can Hear Their Praying, And Sometimes I Hum One Of Their Songs.

"what For?" I Said. "what For, Tante Lou? He Treated Me The Same Way He Treated Her. He Wants Me To Feel Guilty, Just As He Wants Her To Feel Guilty. Well, I'm Not Feeling Guilty, Tante Lou. I Didn't Put Him There. I Do Everything I Know How To Do To Keep People Like Him From Going There. He's Not Going To Make Me Feel Guilty."

"you Going Back," She Said. "you Ain't Going To Run Away From This, Grant."

The Mark Of Fear Is Not Easily Removed.