Reviewer: Maxine Abbott Signed 1
Date: April 15, 2022
Title: Chapter 2: Requiem
From your very first lines, you have a way of making the reader feel there, seeing and smelling and sensing the distress of the situation.
I felt Pam's fear as Roy became more and more brash and terrorizing.... He pressed his body against mine, the edge of the counter biting into my back and something hard and terrifying against my front - cringed from the thought of what was so close (even though from knowledge of A, knew it didn't). Oh for once Ms. Rebecca's gossip-seeking nature was fortuitous and while they were from two different classes (at least at that moment)...this line reminded me of the bond they shared, that all women did and do no matter what class or caste....
I met her eyes, a small tear rolling down my cheek and I could only bring myself to shake my head affirmatively. She held her gaze for a long moment before nodding in quiet female solidarity and damping the stove once again.
Again, even knowing all the events to happen from A, seeing the loss through the lens of her eyes was so heartbreaking. I love the use of black, blue and white in this scene - the blue dress, a nod to Casino night? and the black, indicative of the darkness, not only the death and the house, but the future she was destined to with Roy. Ending the section with white, that brightness we can force to our sights with our own hands - beautiful (and a hint at hope?).
I love the look into the way the town she was from operated, and how even though characters had just a brief mention or lines we all the same got the sense of personalities and roles.
Thank you for the insight into what she had to consider with the proposal, the pointed difference in how he asked her in contrast to the arrangement made outside of her. How though is was not a grand act borne from a long-built love, it still was in a way romantic and stirred up a feeling in her that made her want to consider it, despite what may come of it.
I noticed a woman, finely dressed by Asheville's standards, examining the shoes of a street vendor. Her school-age daughter stood dutifully next to her dressed in all white, an ankle length skirt with yellow bows and a yellow bonnet, a vision of propriety and upbringing. She reached for a trinket only to have her gloved hand smacked sharply by her mother and the young girl then resigned herself to watching with a wistful expression the stagecoach arrive on the opposite side of the street. I knew that expression well.
Again more insight into her needed to make a change, not follow the path she was on...I am in awe how you do this, present a seemingly non-related thing and make it so important to character-building.
I though I wanted the chapter to end with her saying hyes but then we would have missed out on all that was revealed in the conversation with her mom...and that last line. Mwahh.
I truly love this view - for how it rounds out both stories.
Wonderful job.
Author's Response: I love your analysis of the colors! So insightful! I also appreciate that you noticed the woman and her daughter outside the window. I wanted that to be refelective of Pam's upbringing--proper, restrained--and when her hand is slapped away it was a metaphor for how she was denied what she really wanted all her life.
She was at a crossroads at that moment. She could continue down the path she was on, that the little girl was on, or she could seize control of something, claim it as her own and change the direction of her life forever.
Thank you so much for the perceptive review!