Margret Mitchell went to Smith, and was engaged to a young man killed in World War I, married another who abused her and a third who cherished her. In the interim, she was a journalist and wrote a noteworthy book. It took her a while, but I’d say she figured out life better than most.
“It took her a while, but I’d say she figured out life better than most.”
Except that part about crossing the street.