“Is there a man in your life?” Granny asked under her breath. “You may tell me. I won’t share with anyone.” “No,” she said. “Which is fine. I do not need one.” “You might change your mind for the right man. You’re more practical and sentimental than your sisters. You’ll want a family, of course.” Perhaps once she had. But the last few years had shown her the suffering, the helplessness that children endured in this world. “Marriage doesn’t mean children.” At least, it shouldn’t. “I suppose. But how will our daughters change the world if there are no more daughters?”
