Emma was headed for New Bedford.The day began as normal, with Emma fighting life so hard it reduced her to stringy tendons and a cruel mouth. Emma fought with her clothes, her bureau drawers, her father, her stepmother, her breakfast, the maid.Lizzie watched it all, listening, knowing that Emma w...
Every once in a while she’d pause and look down at the body of her husband, prison-thin, in new jeans and white T-shirt, with her brand-new Gingher sewing shears protruding primly from his right eye. She wanted to kick him, he made her so mad, but that would be useless. She didn’t want to touch h...