Untitled→Her mother was wicked — nevermind how or why — but she was truly wicked. And I’m not making excuses for Lillian nor am I defending her in any way, but I have come to learn, since that time that I knew her, that if love is not made readily available, measured and amounted in china bowls and silver spoons, then one learns to lick it off of knives, and leave none in their wake.