
Love is something two people make together." "Love ain't something that heaven hands out like good teeth or keen eyesight. Her face flushing with embarrassment, she glanced away. "Roe Farley married you and you were his wife. "The wife is a wife and no further definition is necessary." Granny leaned forward in her chair to look more closely at Meggie. "No, the wife is none of them," the old woman answered. "So the wife has to be all those things?" But they also want a gal they can complain to when they are scared and unsure and who's smart enough to talk clear about the things goin' on." They want a woman who'll mind their word and not be giving no jawing. The next minute their good sense reminds them that they need a hard worker who is sturdy enough to help plow the field and birth the babies. "Why, one minute their bodies tell them they want a wild woman that makes their blood rush.

And men don't have even an idea of what they want," she said.

“Women don't always want the right things in a man.
