Let's Go Play at the Adams'

by Mendal W. Johnson

And, if in the end, he did marry, it was going to be a mild, sweet, meek girl he could do anything with that he wanted.

They would

have her; they would unstoppably pour into her.

We’re us, and we have a right to be us. We’re going to go right on being us,

This is not the end, either. Despite human protest, the end of the end goes on forever.