The breakfast dishes were done and put away, the girls would follow her out of the house. It was so much easier walking to school these days. So much time had passed since the accident that people no longer stopped to stare; they no longer stopped their conversations mid-sentence only to restart again in hushed tones once she had passed. A few still gave her sad, knowing glances, or stared with pity at the poor woman whose husband had been killed so tragically. But she made everyone feel very uncomfortable, so no one stopped to talk anymore. No one.
Neville Hunt 7 months ago
I wonder if making people uncomfortable was unconsciously deliberate (if you know what I mean) or if it’s a rather disquieting human characteristic, like avoiding the leper.