This is a story from looonngg ago. Enjoy
"Remember," he warned me as we headed down into the holler. "Remember, it's
a different world out here. You have to remember your place."
"Place, shmace," I muttered, but then nodded and ressured him, parroting back
what he'd told me about a million times. "I know, I know. I'm a woman.
We're at the bottom of the totem pole. You're the youngest son and I'm your
wife so I'm the bottom of the women's totem pole. I have to do whatever you
say. I have to do whatever your mom says. I have to just shut up. I know."