Sophia Taylor's stunned gaze fell on Old Mr. Cobb.
She had never heard of these matters before.
Nor did she know the twists and turns involved.
But this wasn't justification, nor an excuse.
Not everyone's life follows the same template.
"So, just because others are unfortunate, should I calmly accept my own misfortune too?"
"Just because others didn't have the chance, should I give up the opportunity to possess as well?"
"Everyone keeps a mistress, everyone messes around outside, is this something worth bragging about?"
"Did God create humans according to a template? Should we donate our brains for medical research, then?"
"I cannot agree with your way of thinking."
