Chapter 5
Cloud Watching
I watched the clouds pass by, wondering if it was alright for someone in my position to just wish to lay in the grass for a while in plain sight. The idea had struck as I strolled down the hill behind the house, remembering the rolling hills that I would see outside the windows of the convent and how much fun it would be to just roll down them myself.
But alas, I was never allowed to do it then.
I tuned in what my mother-in-law was saying: the latest gossip about Lady Whoever.
Under other circumstances, I would be alternately amused or annoyed at my inability to get a word in.
Today, I appreciated her ramblings and enthusiastic and incessant chatter. All my mother-in-law required in terms of a response was the occasional nod or a murmur of surprise or a cluck
