Man, was this book depressing. Some parts felt like home. As it should, seein’ as how it was set here.
Love was not her birthright.
Ruby broke away from her and ran out the back of the church to the woods beyond. The goldenrods were knee-high in the field, and she ran through them into the comfort of all the poplar trees she knew. The sugar maples, beeches, and black gums welcomed Ruby. She ran farther into the yellow birches, the lindens, and the horse chestnuts, leaving shame behind. This is where she belonged, away from anyone who threw contempt and judgment her way. The woods would be her altar, so if Granny asked next week if she’d attended church, she wouldn’t be lying when she said yes. She would spend it in the thicket of trees—her only peaceful place in the world.
“Mr. MacCallum, I apologize for my appearance. You caught me in the middle of an execution, I’m afraid.
Being around him felt like a haven—nothing awful could happen if he was nearby.
the pace was slower, and people looked you in the eye with sincerity.
It was one thing to be in a pageant as a child and another to be grown up enough to put one on.
She had never met a person who seemed so content with life.
she grasped that this man could be the answer to every question she’d ever had, and even those she hadn’t asked yet. Her life would be comfortable with him. And easy.
You may not love me now, but I care deeply for you, and I believe our love could grow if you’d give me a chance.” Ruby considered his words. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t contain the tears that ran down her face. “You surprised me, that’s all. You’ve been so proper that I didn’t even know how you felt. I never considered a personal relationship with you, let alone a marriage.”
True to the hillbilly tradition of not liking someone until you had reason to warm to them {so it is a real thing}
This new husband baked biscuits, delivering them with flowers while humming.
They’re trying to control you, just like they have all these years. It’s manipulation.
“Ruby, remember that time—” “Leon, be quiet. We’ll not talk about that time or any time right now.”
“It’s a girl. She’s a little bigger than your others. She looks pink and healthy. I think she’ll give your boys a run for their money.” “I don’t want a girl. You keep her.” Ruby winced. “Are you sure? She has red hair.” Doc chuckled. “Okay, I’ll keep her, then.”
There was no place they had to be and no direction they had to go in.
It mattered that he cared.
Their relationship might be improper, but it only involved talking—and laughing. And oh, how he made her laugh!
Exchanging these notes mingled their souls and cemented their relationship…By writing so often to him of the daily details in her life, she connected her thoughts to him.
She tried to have a sad thought but couldn’t muster one.
Being from mountain stock, she would be resilient. She’d survive on her own.
She was between the hard rocks of mountain poverty, bad decisions, and a fall from grace.
Mr. Peck could be pleasant when he wanted to be. He actually looked handsome when he smiled.
She remembered his sweet tooth and fondness for things with wheels.