Some Wildflower In My Heart (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
At half past four on Friday afternoon, November 18, I heard Thomas enter the kitchen door. He was whistling “Careless Love,” a mountain folk song of which he is fond. At the time I was kneeling beside the bathtub, scrubbing a panel of Venetian blinds. Though I dust my Venetian blinds each week, I feel it is important to wash them thoroughly at least twice a year. A solution of vinegar and ammonia works well. I was almost finished with the panel, lacking only two more slats. I heard him stop at the bathroom door and heard his customary intake of air before broaching a matter of import. “Rosie,” he said, “we’re going to eat supper over at the Field Pea tonight.” I replied without turning my head. “I have made vegetable soup for our supper. It is simmering in the Crockpot.” “I know it,” he said. “I saw it in the kitchen. Smells good, too. But it’ll keep. We can have it tomorrow.” I raised the intensity of my voice slightly.
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