when i was little i was convinced for a few years that I knew a terrible truth about my mother - she was guilty of drinking and driving on a regular basis. because she always drank coffee when she drove me places. i was terrified that someone would find out.
She made an effort—an effort which completely prostrated her next day—to look smiling, calm, imperturbable. Why, the very fabric of society was based on that acquiescent feminine smile. She, like other women before her, must learn her fate with the eyes of the world fixed curiously on her.