"Never mind, never mind. I've stood by your bedside long enough. Hulda can take care of you; you don't need me. You'll have what you want. You'll be home to smother that boy with sticky love. You'll be happy. But I must get back to work!"
Why did I cry, Faw-Faw? What frightened me so?
"Richard, please—"
"What is it?"
"Don't go back!"
"What?"
"Don't go back there. Don't help them make those monsters!"
My mother, up on her feet, following him to the door. She looked so small! Why, my mother was small!
"Don't be a fool, Laura."
"It's a sin to make them! A mortal sin—"