Cradle to Cradle: Remaking the Way We Make Things

But when Mark put it that way I did have to admit Will had an awful lot of provocation for being a snot. "Well, maybe…" "Who likes him, sis? Ain't one person here that does! What's he got going for him?" That got me where I was weakest. Mark and I had found out all about being lonely and miserable. But at least we knew our mom and dad had loved us and done everything for us they could while they were alive. Will hadn't even had a father; everybody in Emporia knew he was a bastard. And then to lose his mother the way he did – to have her take off to be a whore and not even see that anybody was going to take care of him… Well, that was bound to make him feel terrible. It was bound to make him bitter and defensive and contrary. The worst part of it was, like Mark said, nobody anywhere liked the little shit! The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I'd been just as mean to Will as I could be. I'd gone out of my way to make things miserable for him. And there had been a few times when he'd actually tried to be nice to me, like a dog you kick around still comes nosing around with his tail between his legs trying to make you like him ...»