At 8 PM, in this season that is about to enter winter, most people have already retreated under their covers, but Violet Zimmerman, wearing a coat and holding an enamel bowl, walked through the courtyard of the Lancaster Family.
The plaster on her left arm had been removed, but to prevent the bones from dislocating again, her arm was wrapped in red cloth and hung from her neck for support.
The late autumn nights were chilly, even though there was not a hint of wind, the air carried a biting coldness.
Yet, the autumn chill could not compare to the coldness in her heart.
After returning from dinner, Daxton Lancaster said, giving her three days, if within three days she couldn't settle things with her younger brother-in-law, Joseph Lancaster, then either she would be sent back to her parents' home or find a man outside.
