Something’s Missing Or Forgotten

hard-timesHer mother says to Louisa: ‘But there is something – not an Ology at all – that your father has missed, or forgotten, Louisa. I don’t know what it is. I have often sat with Sissy near me, and thought about it. I shall never get its name now. But your father may. It makes me restless. I want to write to him, to find out for God’s sake, what it is. Give me a pen, give me a pen.’ But she never found out, she died. Carpe diem.

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