Chapter 8: A Visit to Green Gables
If anyone had looked at Green Gables that evening, they would have seen three figures walk up the lane as far as the gate, then pause. They would have seen two continue on up the drive to the silent, shadowed house while one turned back.
If anyone had looked, they would have seen an aging woman in black, not quite so round as she once had been, open the door for the visitors and usher them into dim apartments where heavy curtains were drawn against the rose and gold of the low summer sun. They would have seen the pair emerge half an hour later, gripping one another's hands rather desperately as they hurried away down the lane.
If anyone had looked, they would have seen the house grow dark with the sunset, no lamp or candle lit to keep the dark at bay.
But no one could bear to look, so no one did.
