It's not like me where I had to think about it. Don't get me wrong, I love Bitty like she was my only chance at a good life, but if I had done some poems to imagine her, I would've been a lot better prepared. I'll let you in on a secret. I get lonely with just women around me all the time. The truth is that you will too if you don't get yourself a son.
Women like to talk pretty much about everyone else.
And it's all psychoanalysis. Even when they're tiny. I watch it self-perpetuate, under my very own roof. And Ida looks at me funny and says, Everybody knows that. That's women for you.