Tonight she was thinking of John She missed his strength. They had built a life together and sometimes it felt so empty. She knew it was the quiet that drew her in but she wanted him to be there tonight. Her dad, however inattentive, was gone now, leaving her and her sisters as the elders now. She didn't want the job although she was well prepared. She had watched her mother shoulder all the work when her dad had taken off for the gold mines in California and had been gone 30 years. She had watched her mother work from dawn to dusk in other people’s homes to provide her and her two sisters with food and clothing. At least, growing up, they had a home. Not much more than a shack but safe and warm.
Jane scanned the small valley. The river was still low. Winter was coming, she could feel it but the fall weather was holding. She was not looking forward to the snow.
John should be here, she thought. He would be proud of the kids. Two of them were married and she had grand-kids. John would love being a grandparent. There was so much she wanted to share with him. In these brief moments, missing him overwhelmed her.
Sighing, she walked back through the French doors, tossing the quilt on the chair. Crawling into bed, she drifted off to sleep, remembering the day John came home from the war.