“This is just cheese and onion bread. It’s what’s around this time of year that’s not too salty to make a good bake.” Dove stopped to listen to him talk. Italy, she’d barely left Cascade Locks and there was no chance she was ever going to get anywhere now. She’d had dreams of getting out, going to France, Italy, India, China...everywhere she could learn from, but her violent marriage and the resultant shattering of her confidence had put an end to that, so now she told everyone she hadn’t wanted to leave. She’d even convinced herself...almost.
“This...it’s what we have left, not a life.” Dove replied. "I've never had a life."