“Now, tell me everything,” commanded Margaret. “I want to know everything that’s happened.”
Patty shook her head.
“Thar ain’t much, an’ what thar is ain’t interestin’,” she said. “We jest lived, an’ we’re livin’ now. Nothin’ much happens.”
“But you married.”
Patty flushed. Her eyes fell.
“Yes.”
“And your husband—he’s—living?”
“Yes.”
Margaret hesitated. This was plainly an unpleasant subject, yet if she were to give any help that was help—
Patty saw the hesitation, and divined its cause.