Chapter 62 Called her Doris
For some time, she found it very funny. It was oddly amusing. Her very own daughter was now staying in the very same house that Joshua Gallagher had told her, time and again that she would never lay her head under not even if she fell pregnant and or was balefully ill. For the most part it had almost been six weeks and her sons had not said anything even after she had asked a somewhat adequately skilled negro that lived in the commune to write for her a well composed letter. They never wrote back, she found it harsh maybe assuming she did not know how the post office and mail worked. It may be that they were very busy men. It bothered her to the point that she felt restless at night.