““He was handsome as anything, but weak - drank like a fish, couldn't seem to leave the bottle alone. After supper one night that summer my mother took me out on the back porch and asked me how serious I was about Leland. I was pretty serious; he needed me, or said he did - and I liked that. You know what she said? "You're a fool if you marry him Doris. I'm not one to interfere, but remember" - and I've never forgotten this 'remember,' she said, "never do your social work at home.””
