PHOEBE
There was likely a conflict of ideologies at work, because Phoebe simply didn’t think of others as burdens. It wasn’t a perfect ideology, and occasionally she failed to apply it to herself, but it was in general one she held fast to. Occasionally, some people needed more help than usual. Occasionally, people required things that were difficult or inconvenient or required patience and forgiveness. That didn’t make them a burden; it made them human. ”I do say so.” she said a bit cheekily, if only to keep the mood light.
The midwife rolled her eyes back at the summoner as she dried her hands on her, apron. ”But you don’t have a wife or mother or sister or other adult female living there to do so, do you?” she said, looking up with a bit of awe as the dishes seemed to clean themselves above her head. ”Necessity is different. You’ve no one else to split up the work of providing and caring for a household with.” Men did the majority of the providing, women did the majority of the caring; it was a join effort really. But necessity didn’t mean going above and beyond doing the most basic things – baking a cobbler wasn’t exactly necessary to keep people fed, it was extra.
The midwife rolled her eyes back at the summoner as she dried her hands on her, apron. ”But you don’t have a wife or mother or sister or other adult female living there to do so, do you?” she said, looking up with a bit of awe as the dishes seemed to clean themselves above her head. ”Necessity is different. You’ve no one else to split up the work of providing and caring for a household with.” Men did the majority of the providing, women did the majority of the caring; it was a join effort really. But necessity didn’t mean going above and beyond doing the most basic things – baking a cobbler wasn’t exactly necessary to keep people fed, it was extra.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
