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my husband and me. And when, if ever, something becomes too large for me to handle, when I am only fifty-five or sixty-five percent happy in our life, then I will not be happy enough. Then I will have to recognize my love does not mean enough to him and I will have to let him get on with the business of making his life better. Fifty-fifty is not good enough for me. I’m better off than that when I am alone. It will have to be around seventy-five percent good for us. It’s not that hard to make someone happy, or satisfied, if you love them and they love you. It’s the love that does the work or works the magic. We love each other and I don’t think either one of us, my husband or I, is a fool. I wanted kindness, honesty, manners, and cleanliness of body, mind, and spirit, as much as possible. I’ve learned in all my studying. Spiritual matters are very important; they constitute the values of a person. I know we are human. But I didn’t want anyone with an overstuffed ego or too much ambition or an atheist, because I want peace in my life. And my husband . . . had to love me, first. Remember, the love is the magic part of the formula. Then, when you have a good thing, you do your best to keep it.”
    Futila frowned. “Well, I don’t care what nobody says, I ain’t, am not, going to give Dante what he wants! Let him suffer.”
    Willa placed her hand on her sister’s bent, tired shoulder, saying, “Well . . . that is your business, Futila, but Dante obviously does not know he is suffering. But you do know you are.” She turned to lock a suitcase. “Well, we have to leave the family now. We have an appointment at the Louvre in Paris.”
    When Futila went to her empty bed that night, as on most nights, she wept. Crying hard into her pillow as she thought, “I don’t care. I ain’t never gonna let that bastard get away from me and run to one of them women and give them what rightfully b’longs to me. Oh God, give me some wisdom to know what to do with this man you gave me.”
    But Heaven’s advice was already in the Bible. “Consider carefully and choose wisely. The heart can be treacherous.” I don’t say the Bible says it in that way, but I know it says it.
    I’ll tell you this, too. It looked like Dante had the best life in this marriage, but he didn’t. They were both losers. Sex is one of the keenest, greatest pleasures in life. But it has rules like everything in life has rules; you heard of the laws of nature, haven’t you? When a person violates the rules of love it is as if they were stealing from themself. If a person could make a sport of sex, multiple partners and all, life might be gayer, but experience has taught a multitude of people that a lotta sex and gaiety does not make life happier. Sometimes it makes life lonelier. And you cannot have a real marriage when you break the laws of marriage. The very act, the privacy, the personal warmth, the intimacy shared with the special one in your life, cannot be topped by a million different burning moments with a person passing through your life and hands. The flame is quick, but not bright and does not burn long; there is no long sustaining warmth that goes to the bones of your body! The pleasure of sex is an inside job. It’s a large part of the stuff you furnish your house of marriage with. You can’t leave your furniture out in the street and expect to find it there like you left it when you return, again and again. And Time is always going by.
    Love, and sex, is the bridge that two people cross, together, in a marriage. Love, the strength of that bridge, is what makes a marriage secure and good; for a true, shared satisfaction and as much happiness as you can expect in this world. Dante never took the time to have an enjoyable union . . . with anyone. Sex and money were his desires. Just sex and money was what he got. Both are good, but not half as good as Love. Both slip through your life and disappear just like Time slips through.
    Futila was