Danny? you listen to me. i'm going to talk to you about it this once and never again this same way. there's some things no six-year-old boy in the world should have to be told, but the way things should be and the way things are hardly ever get together. the world's a hard place, danny. it don't care. it don't hate you and me, but it don't love us, either. terrible things happen in the world, and they're things no one can explain. good people die in bad, painful ways and leave the folks that love them all alone. sometimes it seems like it's only the bad people who stay healthy and prosper. the world don't love you, but your momma does and so do i. you're a good boy. you grieve for your daddy, and when you feel you have to cry over what happened to him, you go into a closet or under your covers and cry until it's all out of you again. that's what a good son has to do. but see that you get on. that's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. pull your act together and just go on.