Flat Anna listened intently as grandma recalled  those days of her  enduring the stirrings of discontent while reflecting on  her marriage at a young age to her high school "sweetheart."  Grandma spoke about how the innocence of first love filled with the aspirations of joy and promise could descend to the cold recognition of what was visible and ignored as one blindly jumped into love.  The heady giddiness of young women who responded by marrying the boy  who listened to them in the front seat of the car while pouring out their  hearts out about the  father leaving the house at the slightest bit of tension coming  from the wife and mother who could not be  pleased by him or by  her second daughter.  How many stories like this become the kindling to passion, young  women marrying to escape familial indifference to the illusion to the  imagined promise of love ever after by their skinny greasy haired saviors.     "What does any woman know at the age of eighteen in a small mill town?" grand ma asked out loud.  Remembering those days when the doubts began to surface and the attention to the details of motherhood and keeping house for a man who did not appreciate it could not blot out the anxiety clawed in the pit of grandma's being, as she sat alone at night with the kids asleep.  The tears running down her face unabashedly  thinking about her young foolishness and what a better choice Joetta made.   Joetta rarely made bad choices as her world contained a self-possession that remained solid in the face of criticism and maternal influence.  Joetta married the lawyer whose ambition shown in stark relief to the complacency of the snoring drunk in the younger sister's  bed.  The contrast of her life to Joetta's continued to eat away at grandma.