![]() As Dot opens the door on the morning of her death, she: ‘… watches her hand grasping the wrought iron, the liver spots and crosshatching seeming peculiar, unlike anything she’s seen before: the mechanics of her fingers, the way the skin on her knuckles stretches over bone, bending around the handle. I love how detailed Fuller’s descriptions are throughout, and how consistent they are. She writes of a long-broken window in their barn which nobody has fixed the lack of education given to Jeanie as ‘an education for the king of people they were – poor people, country people – would only steal her away from where she belonged – at home’ and the payment of their mother’s funeral, which is so far away from what they can afford. Fuller makes us constantly aware of the poverty in which Jeanie and Julius live. ![]()
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