She didn’t care about anything, or maybe she cared too much.

Who cares, who cares. The perennial adolescent riposte. I cared, of course. I cared what people thought. I always did care. Unlike Laura, I have never had the courage of my convictions.

There were thousands of households throughout that city and there was something happening in all of them. There was some kind of story in each, but self-contained. No one else knew. No one else cared.

Even the simplest wicker basket can become priceless when it is loved and cared for through the generations of a family.

It sounds crazy, to think that I cared so much without ever talking to you.