Hill House, She Thought, You're

Am I Walking Toward Something I Should Be Running Away From?

I Never Was A Person Who Wanted A Handout. I Was A Cafeteria Worker. I'm Not Too Proud To Ask The Best Western Manager To Give Me A Job. I Have Cleaned Homes.

Poor Strangers, They Have So Much To Be Afraid Of.

God! Whose Hand Was I Holding?

February, When The Days Of Winter Seem Endless And No Amount Of Wistful Recollecting Can Bring Back Any Air Of Summer.