There is nothing more pathetic than a woman who has felt and suffered and thought trying to be a girl who has never felt or suffered or thought anything. She never fools anyone. I'm not going to try to. But mine held many sterner things than school plays and girl friends. Sickness, and worry about money and the necessity of growing up and doing something.
Death is an adult experience.
It makes an adult out of you. It did out of me. Janet doesn't mention names when she talks. She is too wise, too shrewd, too grown-up for that. There is first love and that comes to you only through the emotions.