Ever since I was a girl, my own mother vowed I must find the way to power through a noble brow.
I married once for love then my senses came.
I must marry for the stature of my husband's name.
Onto marriage number two I knew what I had to do and my poor husband fell ill in a year or two.
Solved problem number one, now to problem number two.
His doe-eyed little girl with a gentle point of view.
Would I ship her off to school?
No! I told her if she stayed that she'd have to earn her keep and so she became the maid!
She was lazy!
She was crazy!
