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336 pages, Hardcover
First published February 10, 2015
"Speak a little, hear a lot, that's a Finnish proverb."
You couldn't say she was always pretty, but she was always great. Grand, that was the word. And she was prettier than Greta Garbo, maybe, to start with; Aggie thought she was...Aggie watched Elena standing alone by the door, kind of floating there as if she'd forgotten anyone could see her. In that old, faded, limp brown dress. The girl was dirt poor. She had only the one dress and when she washed it, God knew what she did to be decent in front of her father. She had no mother and she didn't pretend otherwise. Maybe that was the very thing that made her so grand – she didn't pretend about anything.
The stranger waited near the door for a while, lounging against the wall with a friendly expression on a face that looked as if it naturally fell into friendly lines. He wasn't in a hurry. He waited there until people got used to the idea of him. He'd obviously come to country dances before. He was good-looking without being handsome, which in that community meant he looked clean and respectable and quite a lot like one of them.
Nils Larson got drunk for the first time in his life that night, but he was such a nice young man drink didn't affect him much. He only made some rash statements about following Elena and bringing her back where she belonged, and then forgot why he was alive and stared stupidly at nothing for a while and then passed out.
She'd killed their baby daughter, born with so many deformities you'd think she couldn't have lived. Smothered her with a pillow. Just a bundle of pain, that's all she was, the women said. Someone had come up with that description, and it had evidently impressed them all. They'd each intoned it as if the phrase had popped into their heads that moment...And that was how easy it was for them to rid themselves of the child's little life and Betty Earle's dilemma, once it had been reduced to those just-right words, those words that implied pity without the effort of forgiveness. Albert had been left to absorb the pain that couldn't be assuaged by an apt expression. And to look after the five kids left at home.