“A wider path?”
“Si, I want a husband who loves me, children to care for, a house to call my own. But there is something in me that wants more. Something mine alone.”
Si“Mine alone,” I murmured. She was a thief skulking through my mind. We were of an impressionable age in an age of change, change especially for those our age. “If only there could be a man to love who would let us have such a thing.” I looked at her dead on. “Do you think there is something wrong with us?”
Her face crinkled. “Wrong?”
I nodded with dispirit. “Yes, wrong. Is it wrong that we want other things than simply marriage and children? My mother says it"s wrong, says these `new women" are wrong.”
Ginevra chewed on my words. Her gaze dotted my face, but I did not think it was my face she saw.
“It"s no wrong, it"s
