”I have great faith in fools — self-confidence my friends call it.” Edgar Allen Poe
He had asked about her husband, the first one. "Was he a good man?"
She was silent for a moment and he feared that he had crossed a line in their friendship. She looked across the table, adjusted her glasses and responded:
"How a man’s remembered ain’t got much to do with what he done. The world ‘ll take care of that. If they like what he did, then they’ll hold em up to the light and let him glow. If’n they don’t, they’ll forget him or make him a devil until the world changes again and just flipflops him into another thing he never was. He was good to me. I guess that's all that matters."