Umber (19.29 — Vera’s Story)
April 10, 2012 § 3 Comments
Years passed. As my sisters grew older, they spent less time at home. Soon Kate was engaged to a farmer on the other side of Kearney, and Myrna had a job in town, working as a stenographer. I envied them because they were adults, free to live as they saw fit, or so I imagined, while I was still stuck on the farm. But I no longer thought of cooking as an ordeal. I had developed a limited but acceptable repertoire of meals I could prepare quickly. At fourteen, I entered my freshman year in high school. I was given a heavy load of homework, but I liked it, especially biology and Latin. I entertained the idea of becoming an entomologist.