"It was the first time I'd ever been," Edith offers, not adding that she'd been so trapped there, that she almost died there. Something about that had made it all the more difficult, knowing that it would be happening so far from what she still considered home. Home is still Buffalo, the golden light filtering into her family's house, her father in his study grumbling away about something or other. She doesn't think anything could change that, no matter how long gone and out of reach that life is now. A marriage certainly couldn't. "And I'd never left Buffalo before then. It was.... quite a change. Almost as much as showing up here was."
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Date: 2017-07-02 08:25 am (UTC)