"Hawthorne states the following paradox: 'How strange, indeed! Man had marked this woman's sin by a scarlet letter, which had such potent and disastrous efficacy that no human sympathy could reach her . . . . . God, as a direct consequence of the sin which man thus punished, had given her a lovely child. . . to connect her parent forever with the race and descent of mortals, and to finally be a blessed soul in heaven.' Does the birth of a 'lovely child' born out of an adulterous relationship prove that the strict Puritan moral code os wrong? Explain your answer"
…and search his body for scars and watch his mouth as he tells me the stories of they came to be. I want to kiss his freckles and run my fingers through his hair and I want my feet to find his when we sleep. I want to wake up with his arms around me and his face nuzzled in my neck. I want him to slowly tickle my back and my ribs and the insides of my arms while he tells me about the surf that day. I want him to brush the hair off my face and kiss my eyelids and tell me I’m beautiful and all he’s ever wanted. I want to fall in love with him. And I want him to fall in love with me. And I really don’t think that’s too much to ask.