“When your
mother first came into the community, she was so friendly. And happy, really
happy.” Old Bill Johnston nods his chin in remembrance of when he was one of
her first suitors.
Happy? It
doesn’t seem possible. I’ve known my mother’s life as miserable.
“What happened?”
This is out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“She got
married.” He answers quickly but then realizing what that must sound like he
adds, “then right away she had a big family and lots of work.”
I wonder. What
if she’d married him?
I see this
question in his face too.
