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This response is called River Ramble and is from Connie’s perspective. She is contemplating a proposal of marriage from Mr. Ward.
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Quietly, ever so quietly I edge my way towards the hall, careful not to disturb my sleeping mother, the petition of a wardrobe a feeble attempt at privacy. It was easier when I was on the camp bed in the laundry. The creaky springs uncomfortable and the drafty winter dew finding its way through the weather board cracks like long cold fingers licking at my cheek.
But with Mrs. Keith gone the boys have reclaimed her room and I’m back in with Ma. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe and that’s when the river calls, that’s when the soft stillness of the night-time ushers me onward, into the blackness and beyond.
