Lord! She’d decided that when the priest in the church would ask her whether she was marrying him of her own free will, she would say no. But the priest had gotten drunk beforehand, so instead of asking her like he was supposed to, he just said, “Be nice to him, he froze his feet off in the war.” After that, she had no choice but to marry him. That’s how my grandmother ended up spending the rest of her life with my grandfather, even though she never loved him. It’s a great caption, summing up our whole lives…“Be nice to him, he froze his feet off in the war.”
What reality
