I can't stand in father's shoes with all he worked to make in my hands like ripe plums.

It isn't fair, or straight.

I must push up a rung and carry things on for him.

Could I look him in the face having slacked?
My God, I wish I'd watched the time rush by! I'm nearly twenty-six ...
Joan--to-morrow.

That's the thing to do." He got up and strode quickly down to the water.