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(Then she was running across a field looking for help. She did not realize she was dead. She didn’t know why she was in the field; she went back to the house and saw herself lying on the floor. [...] The daughter was gone—had “run off somewheres.”

[...] While talking she laughed rather often, and this was much different than her usual laugh. Malba’s voice on the whole was not as strong as Jane’s, and more petulant. One had the feeling that behind it was a rather mediocre intelligence; one that did not try very hard to concentrate and whose interests were, and had been, rather ordinary and at times shallow.

[...] Everything included here was definitely remembered by one or the other; nothing was added. If we were hazy in recollection or at all doubtful about anything, it was left out.

(Malba met her husband Bronson there; he was a foreman in the factory or plant. [...] He was not English himself, but had English relatives and was visiting them. [...]

(The house of Malba’s aunt was right in town. [...] Malba was ashamed at being illegitimate, and told us that it was very important to have a good name. [...]

[...] It was poor ground for farming and the husband was a poor farmer. [...]

[...] She was standing at the sink washing dishes and looking out at the dreary flat landscape. A pickup truck was parked out there. [...]

[...] Malba repeated this fact often; she was bitter about it because it revealed how little her husband thought of her. [...] Malba was not happy about this either.

(Malba was highly amused at the plight of the clergy of different faiths, who had died. Here they were after death, and at least on her plane it was nothing like they had said it would be while living on earth. [...]

[...] He was not a success as a farmer she said again. [...] She knew the clerks in the stores and that was all.