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open up your gate, marianna (stillhealing) wrote in inpoormerit,

Delia found potatoes in the pantry and set about washing and peeling them, her hands working quickly as she stripped off the skin and dug out the eyes. For a moment, things felt almost normal; it was like she was helping her aunt make supper and listening to stories of her exploits as a girl. She listened attentively to Belle's recitation of her history, smiling a little at her description of her husband. He sounded honest and good. Then again, the way mama had talked about Aaron, she could make him sound honest and good too. Still, she was sure she would eventually meet this husband of hers, and Delia tried very hard not to pass judgment on people she didn't know.

She almost laughed when Belle asked whether she was attached. Honestly, it wasn't something she thought about very often; men had never been a particularly positive influence in her life, so she avoided them altogether wherever possible. "No, no man for me." Her tone was neither regretful, nor bitter; more matter-of-fact than anything else. "I'm worried about my sister and my aunt, though." Her shoulders drooped at the thought. "I hope we get out of this soon so I can tell them I'm all right. I was mailing a letter to my sister when they... he... someone got me. She'll know that something's wrong as soon as a week goes by and I haven't written her. My aunt'll know too. She's a professor at my university and she'll find it odd when I'm not showing up to my classes."