Alive and knockin' round the world somewheres.

Every little while he writes me for money and, if I have any, I send it to him.

Why?
Why 'cause I'm a coward, after all, I guess, and I'm scared he'll do what he says he will and come back.
Perhaps you think I'm a fool to put up with it; that's what most folks would say if they knew it.

They'd tell me I ought to divorce him.

Well, I can't, I CAN'T.