PEARL
“These are very powerful, aren"t they?”
Ginevra and I set out at nine o"clock the next morning, time enough for children to be in school and husbands to be at work. We wore our most sensible outfits, suits of Ginevra"s making, with little of the extra flair that made her designs so distinctive from others. We often wore these same suits to church. They spoke of fineness but not opulence, solemnity but not dreariness. And we both carried as many pamphlets as we could, those Alva had given us at the meeting.
“They are, yes.” Ginevra agreed as she read them, as we walked.
I had read and reread them many times. I"m not sure who wrote them, but they knew what they were about, they knew the power of words… words formed to forge the pen that is indeed mightier than the sword.
The first
