I found many women were working off the same kind of thing I was. They were getting back at squadrons of men, and would go to extraordinary lengths to play out their grudges. Sometimes I thought they actually preferred breaking the marriage laws in their own beds. And if an infant, the fruit of the union, slept peacefully through it all in a gaily painted cot at one side, or even in bed with us, I got a special charge out of it. It proved what I needed to have proved twice over.

Don’t get mad at me. I’m not really worse than most of you. Admit it. Besides, I’m penitent now. And faithful.