Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkey painting

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkey paintingFrida Kahlo Diego and Frida paintingPino pino color painting
know he’s told me so. But every time he told me he was warning me, too. I know that, as time passed, he came to think a great deal of Jay.”
“He thinks the world of him,” Hannah rapped out.
“But, no, I never quite believed he really liked him, or respected him from the first and I never will. I think it was just some kind of soft soap.”
“Is Jay a man for soft soap?”
“No,” she smiled a little, “he certainly isn’t, ordinarily. But what am I to make of it? Here he was praising Jay to the skies on the one hand and on the other, why practically in the same breath, telling me one reason after another why it would be plain foolhardiness to marry him. What would you think!”
“Can’t you see that both things might be so—or that he might very sincerely have felt that both things were so, rather?”
Mary thought a moment. “I don’t know, Aunt Hannah. No, I don’t see quite how.”
“You learned how yourself, Mary.”