“Housemaster Vaughn should have been able to prolong-” They’ve already talked about having more. I think of how happy she was when Rose died, how she immediately asserted herself as the one willing to bear Linden’s child. Her body still looks like it’s about to draw a breath.Ĭecily stands and begins to pace. I lower her eyelids with my thumb and index finger, and then I kiss her forehead. Her eyes are still open, but they’ve taken on a deeper shade of gray. For all our months together as sister wives, I should have had something meaningful to say to her, but in the end I could only bring myself to talk about the weather as I watched her die.Īnd now she’s gone. It’s just Cecily and me at her side, and after days of living in her bed, all that was left was for us to talk to her for a while as her eyes fluttered open and shut. We lose her on January 1, in the early hours before the sun comes up. I don’t know if she’s talking to her sisters, or to us. The closeness of his wives frightens him, as if one dying wife could be the death of all three.Įventually he leaves without another word. I can feel our husband standing in the doorway. “At least let me send someone up with fresh bedsheets.” “The attendants said you’ve been turning them away,” Linden says. We’re in the Gatherers’ van all over again, recoiling into the darkness, wanting to disappear in the safety of one another. Cecily buries her face against Jenna’s arm and closes her eyes.
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