" Jane had never seen the look in her eyes she saw then. She almost looked empty. And for the first time Jane could remember, she saw her mother as a woman whom life had made not just hard but also exhausted and plain. Older-looking than her years.

Then, as if she could read the unspoken words in Jane's eyes, her mother's expression darkened again. Her own eyes glistened, about to shed tears.

'What would you know about 'life with a man'? And what of your little experience in this world would make you think it such a fine thing? "

― Brad Watson , Miss Jane