Mrs. Rachel looks about to see what her neighbors are up to. She expresses her opinion, and spreads any news; while Marilla is reclusive, perhaps as a screen against feeling overwhelmingly influenced by others.
I watered the bush each day that I had water. I shone all the light on it that I found in me, and said, “See how well it grows!” Our relationship grew thorns that tangled in the arid heat, and resilient prickers in the rain of my tears. It shadowed my heart. Its roots plugged […]