Event: Faith's wake
Laurie's p.o.v
Although Ivy and I have laid Faith to rest, our minds and hearts remain at her gravesite. Various people including Mrs. March join us for the wake. One by one, they express their sympathy or offer encouragement. "Please send them away. I want to grieve for Faith in peace and quiet" an emotional Ivy whispers. Mason is growing restless in my arms. Sensing Ivy and Mason may need a break, I request for our guests to leave the house. Mrs. March lingers behind. "What are you still doing here at my house?" irritable, I ask her. "While you tend to Ivy, I can take care of Mason" she suggests. "My mulatto baby is dead. I bet you are happy or remorseful by now. I don't need your help. I can take care of my wife and son" I snap at her. My harsh words send her right of the front door and my life temporarily.