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The stone walls of Loretto Academy are so thick I…
Mother and I lug the trunk across the wide expanse…
At Loretto breakfast consisted of oatmeal or farina, and toast.
Coaxing Isabel into the garden has remained a difficult task…
Eight consecutive evenings, from seven o’clock until half past nine,…
Isabel often wore a nightdress until noon, even as we…
I walk River Road, uncertain why I stoop to pick…
Tom waves as I approach at exactly one o’clock on…
I have been made an offer of marriage. As the…
The August night is sweltering and my four-poster bed seems…
I throw myself onto my bed without bothering to remove…
My eyes open to weak morning light, and I see…
Isabel seems peaceful, lying there on the stone beach, her…
The clip-clop of hooves on Buttrey Street wakes me, and…
These weeks following Isabel’s death, I am mostly confined to…
It is mid-October as I pin my hat in the…
Today I become Mrs. Tom Cole. At ten o’clock. I know…
For nearly three years I have waited for this day,…
I lie on my side, cheek in hand, elbow propped…
Two days later, ready to act on my plan, Jesse…
The following day the Evening Review ran a detailed account…
I walk beneath the maples of Fairview Cemetery, pausing at…
Tom is in the kitchen washing up after breakfast when…
The day after Francis was born, Tom called Mr. Coulson. Within…
Late afternoon I sit on the back stoop of our…
My coat is the same one I wore my final…
Francis is barking like a seal. It is what everyone…
At the market I moved a half dozen lemons from…
At nine o’clock in the evening I put down the…
Before I have managed to pace the kitchen twice, the…
I am stooped in the garden, picking tomatoes, thinking the…
I sit at the whirlpool, alone, an afternoon to myself.