Olivia, Mourning

Olivia had come to see her life as a never-to-end procession of such days, until a cold morning in late January 1841. When the back door banged Olivia fled with her picnic basket, ran behind the house to retrieve the blanket, and set off to find Mourning. Mourning was right; Jeremy seemed to consider all women a dreadful fate, to be avoided at all cost. Life in prison was boring, but boredom seemed to be what Olivia needed.