“Quite deeply set,” I note. “Quite painful.”
“I fainted with every one,” Sandy somewhat welling up with the memory.
“And your mother? How could she not have known?”
“She was gone.”
Regretful that I preempted the story, I encourage her to resume.
Sandra Devon
Yes. Mom left... somehow in midwinter making it to the main road. By the time Daddy realized she was gone there was no tracking her. If he struggled through the deep snow as had apparently Mom, then what? She had probably hitched a ride and on foot he could not overtake anyone. And to finally plough the quarter mile drive would require hours. Plus make the farmhouse accessible to the interlopers I am sure he strove to avoid.
Whatever happened in the bedroom night after night, apparently Mom did not ‘benefit’ from, as Daddy
