Her mother brought her clothes and not much else. There was nothing left to give, she supposed. After all, the light in her mother’s eyes had gone out long ago. But Lydia cared little about that, truthfully. That day, she wore the color brown from head to toe because she understood that when it comes to psychology, brown relates to the hardworking, to those who are industrious and reliable—to those who have both feet planted firmly on the ground.
Brown was a color she wore often in the early days of their love story. She writes to him so he will know all about it. She wants him to understand her, to know the depth of who she is. And he will. She will stop at nothing because reliability and hard work, Lydia has decided, are things she and William have in common. To prove it, she spends her
