"Rosalind, you… you live here?" Mrs. Green's heart ached. Her daughter, whom she had pampered since birth, had never even washed a bowl in her life. How could she be living in a place like this? 'How has she managed to get by all these years?'
"Mm-hmm, for many years now."
Rosalind Green spoke cheerfully, a lightness in her step. Now, she only felt that this place was her home. That house in Tristone, while full of wonderful memories, was now part of the past.
Mrs. Green sighed softly, her heart aching as she looked at her daughter. She made up her mind. 'I have to convince her to drop this idea of divorce. If she really leaves Ethan Hawthorne, she and my grandson will be stuck in this impoverished mountain valley forever.'
