Winter 1871 – A Candle, Relit, Burns Not With the Original Flame

 

Adalaida looked at her hands as if she held the answer in her palms. After a moment she closed them into fists. She said, “I had never expected to have a child. What man would want me? Yet Domo did. For a while. And when Endre was born, Domo was aflame. He had so many plans. So many expectations. He wanted so much. It tore him apart that Endre was so frail. He tried to be patient. He tried to be gentle. But Domo is a bonfire of a man. Patience and gentleness are not among his virtues.”