![]() ![]() She can’t stand the sight of him there on his back, driving his hogs to market. Sleeps and his tonsils make up for lost time. ![]() Even on the nights when he turns over and holds her, Harland has no words for Alice-nothing to contradict all the years she lay alone, feeling the cold seep through her like cave air, turning her breasts to limestone from the inside out. His idea of marriage is to spray WD-40 on anything that squeaks. ![]() She married him two years ago for love, or so she thought, and he’s a good enough man but a devotee of household silence. To all appearances they’re a satisfied couple sliding home free into their golden years, but Alice knows that’s not how it’s going to go. Her husband, Harland, is sleeping like a brick and snoring. It’s early morning, April, windless, unreasonably hot even at this sun-forsaken hour. This dawns on her with the unkindness of a heart attack and she sits up in bed to get a closer look at her thoughts, which have collected above her in the dark. WOMEN ON THEIR OWN RUN IN ALICE’S family. Other Books by Barbara Kingsolver Cover Copyright About the Publisher ![]()
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