July Holiday
Jules Benoit
CHAPTER ONE
Ellen Carver folded the damp tea-towel once, hung it on the rack beside the range, and reached for her lotion on the ledge above the sink. As she massaged the creamy liquid into her hands, she gazed vacantly out the kitchen window into a hot, early July afternoon, undecided whether to run a batch of Roy‘s work clothes through the automatic washer, or watch an afternoon serial on television. Neither prospect interested her. Lately, after sixteen months of marriage, Ellen was beginning to realize she was bored and moody most of the time. Roy, when he came home for lunch, talked with his mouth full of food, and she resented this, as she did the things he talked about, like how well the new tractor ran, how easily the South field plowed, and how the crops would go on looking good because there was so much subsoil moisture in the ground to counteract the effects of hot, dry weather. None of this appealed to Ellen, although she realized the importance of plowing and rain and cultivation and so on, because farming was Roy‘s business. What she didn‘t like was his inability to discuss anything else. Farming was his sole interest. He couldn‘t discuss topical things. Just farming.
Ellen Carver folded the damp tea-towel once, hung it on the rack beside the range, and reached for her lotion on the ledge above the sink. As she massaged the creamy liquid into her hands, she gazed vacantly out the kitchen window into a hot, early July afternoon, undecided whether to run a batch of Roy‘s work clothes through the automatic washer, or watch an afternoon serial on television. Neither prospect interested her. Lately, after sixteen months of marriage, Ellen was beginning to realize she was bored and moody most of the time. Roy, when he came home for lunch, talked with his mouth full of food, and she resented this, as she did the things he talked about, like how well the new tractor ran, how easily the South field plowed, and how the crops would go on looking good because there was so much subsoil moisture in the ground to counteract the effects of hot, dry weather. None of this appealed to Ellen, although she realized the importance of plowing and rain and cultivation and so on, because farming was Roy‘s business. What she didn‘t like was his inability to discuss anything else. Farming was his sole interest. He couldn‘t discuss topical things. Just farming.
Կատեգորիաներ:
Տարի:
1969
Լեզու:
english
Սերիաներ:
AR-4035
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EPUB, 173 KB
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english, 1969