She was tired to the bone. She arose, drew a wrap around her shoulders and stood woodenly at the window, watching the way the sun lit up the tops of the pines and sent sprinklings of light through the trees at the edge of the forest, then across the grassy slope at the base of the hill. She felt distanced from it, felt that any joy must filter through an invisible barrier that now stood between her and her world. Ironically, relegation to the second guest room after Elspeth’s marriage, had given her this beautiful view. Laura recalled Elspeth’s little smile of triumph, on that first Christmas visit to Oakmont after her marriage, when she was given the room that had once been Laura’s, with its aspect over the gravel drive and lawns. That smile began the alteration in our relations, Laura thought; what lies ahead for me now? She seated herself at the table and opened her little desk, turning back the lid. She glanced once more at the play of light in the trees, thought of sketching it, but decided against it.
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