Secret Lives of gowns Vol. 10
Sometimes, when the hunched shoulders of the mountain behind her cast their long shadow over the bit ranch, she stands in the doorway, as well as looks down to where the road vanishes into the butter-light of the valley.
She doesn’t just stand there, of course; she’s always doing five things at once. however when she stands in the doorway, looking out, the cup she’s drying gets very, extremely dry.
She doesn’t do it as well often, or at least not as well commonly when she’s using me. I don’t understand what she performs in her other dresses. perhaps she does this when a month, when the light’s right. more commonly in the winter, of course, when the shadows are longer as well as there’s less to do on the ranch.
She’ll stand there, drying that cup, as well as looking off down the road. I don’t believe the road has a name, or at least, I’ve never heard one. It’s the only road, so calling it “the road” is great enough. I’ve never been down it. I came up it in a box, brought by her husband, who chosen me up at the publish office in town, or so I guess. He gets the mail, if there is any, every month or so. I wasn’t truly paying interest on my method up. I would have if I’d have understood I’d never see much of anything however the kitchen area of this ranch.
It’s not a poor kitchen. It’s extremely clean, as well as everything’s handy, as well as the stove is good, however there aren’t any type of extras. Not a frill, not a speck of paint not necessary to keep things decent. No curtains; you don’t requirement curtains when you’ve got no neighbors. The floorboards are polished only by use, as well as the walls are whitewashed every year whether they requirement it or not. however there are no photos on them.
It’s peaceful here. Well, not precisely quiet; her husband’s voice booms, as well as of program the kids chatter like the magpies they are. however she’s quiet. I barely ever hear her voice. sometimes I feel her breast rising to speak, however she almost always stops, unless it’s just to tell the children, softly, to take their elbows off the table, or to stop speaking to their mouths full. The oldest is six; they’re speaking about her going to institution in the fall.
If she’s alone, she’ll hum. I like it when she does that. It feels good. She never sings out loud, though, as well as I desire she would. I bet at least a few of those tunes have words.
Her being peaceful makes me quiet, as well as the other gowns too. We never talk to every other. We hang in the wardrobe on our own hooks, in our own thoughts. I believe about the road, as well as what may be down it. You can’t see one more home from the doorway, as well as I’ve never seen a cars and truck go by on the road, or somebody walking, even. Looking out that way, your other half out somewhere on the ranch as well as the kids playing in the back yard, you may fairly believe you’re the only person in the world.
She has a treasure, a good-luck appeal she keeps in her pocket. It goes in every morning, as well as she puts it on her dresser every night. I can’t believe the kids haven’t gotten to it, however so far they’ve left it alone. It’s a bit silver sixpence. exactly how it got all the method out here, I don’t know. perhaps it was her bride’s sixpence, for luck? All I understand is that when she looks out down the road like that, she’ll sometimes put the cup down as well as hold the sixpence, tight, just for a minute. then she closes the door as well as starts the cornbread for dinner.
I believe someday she’s going to leave the cup, as well as the dishtowel, as well as step out into the yard. She’ll close the door carefully behind her, as well as just begin walking towards the road. She won’t look back. I hope she’s using me when she does it.
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