A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys leaving an ugly wound.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.

I've never stabbed hurt killed stolen anything but I went to jail for a year. What is that? My pastor said to me the fact that I'm not living under a bridge as a crazy woman talking to myself is amazing.