Knowing that Mrs. Thomas was cursed upon with heart trouble, great care needed to be taken. We needed to break to her as calmly as possible about the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister, Helena who told her about the news in broken sentences. She dropped hints that revealed about the devastating news. Her husband's friend Josh was there, next to her.
There she stood, facing the open window, a comfortable armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a depression that haunted her body.
The rain was pressed against the glass pane. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her, as a tear dropped out of her eye. There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the armchair. She felt quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and a tear fell into her water glass.
There was something good coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know. it was too subtle to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the feels of the air.
