SPOILER ALERT * SPOILER ALERT
The way Agnes leaves:
She rouses her sleepy children, gets them dressed (in their Sunday best), flicks on the light in the bedroom where her husband is fast asleep. He wakes, mouth slack, and stares at the apparition of his wife and his two children staring at him from the foot of the bed. She’s wearing a mink, something he gave her in the hope it “would make her happy and hold her at peace from want, if just for a while.”
She: “Right. Thanks for everything, then. I’m away.”
This is really solid, over-the-top, a-hair-short-of-melodramatic writing.
A chapter or so ago, Agnes’s daddy gave her a solid thrashing. Self rather enjoyed how he did it, with a minimum of fuss. He waited until she was 39 and an outright lush, why couldn’t he have taken action sooner!
There have been other jaw-dropping scenes.
It may surprise dear blog readers to know that despite the rough scenes, highlighting the injustices of the world, self is finding this book enormously entertaining.
Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.