Dilcey worked tirelessly, silently, like a machine, and Scarlett, with her back aching and her shoulder raw from the tugging weight of the cotton bag she carried, thought that Dilcey was worth her weight in gold.
And so I had a shirt just like this that the elbow wore out of and I took it in and it was only like a year old and I took it in and said, look, this doesn't seem right.
So you're like turning these corners through this village, like imagine going through a hallway and then you have to carry this eight foot long gurney and your fingers are getting ripped and you're stepping on rock.
Or you do some stretches, or you put it in the laundry, and after a few washes, it becomes a little bit softer, a little bit more flexible, so now your jeans are broken in.