Umber (19.21 — Vera’s Story)
April 2, 2012 § 5 Comments
After church, my relatives all took their customary spots in the parlor. I was glad I didn’t have to sit there in silence, seen and not heard. I felt restless, and didn’t relish the thought of being cooped up in the kitchen. I made some excuse for going to the garden, and dawdled there, admiring the bees in the honeysuckle, until I could see my father’s face in the window. I could tell he was wondering what was taking me so long. I went back into the house through the kitchen door, letting it slam behind me.