When she turns thirty, Emma finds herself alone in a dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere with a dead husband. Not exactly the life of anyone's dreams.
With the help of a vagrant who camps on her property, Emma comes to understand that up to now, she's been asleep, allowing this nightmare to unfold. Does she have the courage and strength to move on and create her ownlife, by her own rules?
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The funeral procession Emma had always imagined involved slow pallbearers winding through narrow streets, drizzle, and many women in black cloaks choking back their grief. She had planned in great detail the way Franklin’s cedar coffin would slide into the ground and the way the moist earth would sound as it fell on top. She would carry white lilies and her grandmother would be there to support her should she faint. Maybe she would carry smelling salts. After that, her plans ended abruptly because what does one do after a funeral, after all.
The true funeral had involved only Franklin’s mother, the servants, and Emma, without lilies. The day was exceptionally bright. The white clouds seemed cheerful. The pastor had regretfully told about Franklin’s profound contributions to humanity. Emma had said nothing at all. She didn’t even faint. Of course, the most surprising fact about the funeral was that it had taken place. Even in her darkest fantasies, Emma had never really wished Franklin would die.
Afterward, everyone stood in the kitchen, expecting Emma to finally realize that the sudden death was real and to burst out with the grief of a bereaved wife. They all wanted to be there to see it.
She went to Walt Disney World without having felt bereaved. She spent a lot of time in Epcot Center, collecting desires, and later making plans to travel to every continent on the globe. Franklin had never permitted the idea of travel, and now Emma’s mind was boggled by the idea that these exotic pictures depicted actual places, these foods were eaten somewhere else on a regular basis, there was a real place where these alien people belonged and where this incredible language was the only way to communicate. She didn’t care how inauthentic or touristy it all was. These fantastic symbols represented real places...
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