I didn’t do enough, But I’m happy. I didn’t write any novels or give any speeches, But I sure as hell helped Ms. Elizabeth Ryant. So many women like her... So many men like him… I could never! Putting up with so much… for what?
Made up my mind about this on that Thursday. Thursday the seventeenth it was. Walking around the town in that scarlet scarf He lunged at her, he did. And she just stood there! Complacency. Well I couldn’t stand it. So I took her under my wing. I suppose that’s all I could do.