And I'll live her life.

Amy's life." She looked at the large photograph over on Joe's chiffonier.
"Perhaps after all I shall be like her.

How do I know what she was at my age?
As I grow older, all hemmed in, why not stop caring for anything else?
"Oh, now do let's be sensible!" With an impatient movement of her lithe beautiful figure Ethel was up off the bed and walking the room with grim resolution in her brown eyes.

Soon she was much quieter.

She felt the warm youth within her rise.