How would you interpret “every time” here? What more can they take from me? I asked Mrs. Brown, what do they want? About what anyone wants, was her best guess: safety. That and grace. They know not what they do. Probably they were all aimed at heaven at one time, and lost their way. What is that, grace? She says, believing you are special and saved from harm. Kissed by God. Well, that’s how thick I am, I never knew how to want what everyone wants. I only thought to look for a home, some place to be taken in. Handing over a crumpled heart, seeing it dropped in the wastepaper basket every time. Here, though. Americans sent love letters in return. How would you interpret “every time” in the sentence “Handing over a crumpled heart, seeing it dropped in the wastepaper basket every time”? Does it mean every time he came to a place where he thought to be a home? Thanks. And this excerpt is taken from The Lacuna by Kingsolver.