I’m a little late, but here are six sentences for Sunday, January 19th:
I was at first quite an interloper in your house. Your children’s mother was only three years buried when we were wed, and Frances and young John looked at me with coldness when I came. We did not represent, let us say, a united and contended group.
For your part, you cared little what your children thought, or what I thought, for that matter. You cared little for anything that wasn’t your garden or the Ark.
Oh, the Ark: all things in creation, a safeguard against the Deluge, a world of wonders in one closet shut.