"S'why I can't teach. S'why I'm sittin' up here, all alone, feelin' like a fool. Sometimes I — I wash, an' wash, but I always come away feelin' dirty."
She's rubbing the creases out of Dixie's handkerchief, eyes now dry but still puffy.
"Haven't figured it out, yet; how my mind's gonna make up with my heart. Every day it's a battle. I choose one over the other, an' it rebukes me. Constantly."
no subject
Even when it eats her up inside.
"S'why I can't teach. S'why I'm sittin' up here, all alone, feelin' like a fool. Sometimes I — I wash, an' wash, but I always come away feelin' dirty."
She's rubbing the creases out of Dixie's handkerchief, eyes now dry but still puffy.
"Haven't figured it out, yet; how my mind's gonna make up with my heart. Every day it's a battle. I choose one over the other, an' it rebukes me. Constantly."