Forty years of virginity should be worth that much at the very least. What do you think? [She doesn't even know anymore-- but she's at the point where she can suggest it, which would have been insane six weeks ago. Talking to him about any of this, would have been insane six-- five weeks ago.]

I've always hoped for a forgiving God. I played most of the rules right, so not exactly for my own soul-- but. Living through all of this bullshit? Should be worth something.