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Kristin hannah the four winds5/24/2023 Hundreds of acres of harvested wheat fanned out in all directions, a sea of rough burnished gold, with the homestead part taking up a few acres in the middle of it all.Ī driveway cut through the fields, a brown ribbon of dirt bordered by cottonwoods and fencing. What time did these people waken? It was only nine.Įlsa stepped out onto the porch and saw the Martinelli farm in full sunlight. Dishes drying on the counter attested to the fact that Elsa had slept through breakfast. The kitchen-a bright yellow wallpapered room with gingham curtains and white linoleum flooring-was empty. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since yesterday’s lunch. She slipped into her plainest day dress, a charcoal-gray with pearl buttons and lace at the collar, then pulled up her stockings and stepped into the black heels she’d worn yesterday. She was a town girl what did she know about life on the land? All she’d brought were crepe dresses and silk stockings and heels. Last night, as she’d unpacked, she’d realized how wrong her clothes were for farm life. She went to the washstand and splashed lukewarm water on her face, then she brushed her teeth and combed her hair. She didn’t want to reveal her weakness to this new family. Better to cry at night when no one could see. Fine strands were stuck to her cheek she’d cried in her sleep.
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