It was like trying to walk forward and finding that your head had been yoked in place. People would always expect her to be exactly as they thought she was and would never let her be anything more. She was tired of the small town she’d lived in since birth, where everyone knew about her family’s humble beginnings, that the family burned cow dung for warmth so that they could sell their firewood for money, until the plantings took hold and the harvests got better. When her father announced that they would be moving to California, she’d secretly been elated. Her sister Sarah had been happy to wed Jay Fosdick at nineteen-but Mary wasn’t like her older sister, a fact that became more apparent every passing day. Mary would never admit it to anyone, certainly not her parents, but she’d known in her heart that she wasn’t ready to be married. Harriet was enjoying being cruel, but she was correct in one respect.
God was telling Mary that the marriage simply wasn’t meant to be.” Mary bit her tongue.
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