An hour later she had cried herself out and was so exhausted and cold she didn’t at first notice that Mr. Brewster had returned until she felt her wrists being untied. Her
By the time Mr. Brewster came back for the evening chores she was sitting as still as possible, shaking, repeating poems to herself to keep her mind off the terrible arousal. He paid
Thursday morning when Laura woke she found the quilt over her mouth had frozen from her breath, and the tip of her nose was raw from rubbing against the ice. She was stiff
The drive back to the Brewster’s that afternoon was the coldest yet. It was so cold they could not speak to each other, but when they reached the shanty Mr. Wilder made
The rest of that week flew by. Mr. Wilder did come for her again. He did not mention their conversation, but he made a point to tell her he would see her again