PEARL April 1917
Warmer air started to find us at last. The days of standing silently before the State House became slightly more bearable, though it took all the resolve I had to suffer the antis" verbal slings without vocal retaliation. Ginevra brought me through each day that was our turn to stand in the line. She could silence me with a look, keep me from stomping across the street with a single hand upon my arm.
I fell on to my favorite settee the moment I returned home. It took me a few minutes to realize my home – though I knew both Peter and Mary were here – was as silent as our protest.
“I"m home,” I called out, hoping to bring them out, hoping to hear them. I heard not a sound.
I stood again, though my swollen feet hated me for it, and looked up from the bottom of the stairs.
