China -- Fiction; Communism -- Fiction; Women peasants -- Fiction
In these days when she was so racked and weak the son’s wife did all
well and everything she knew to do for her husband’s mother’s sake, nor
was she lacking in any small duty. The blind maid strove to do her poor
best too for her mother, but she was slow and could not see a need in
time, and often the son’s wife pushed the maid aside and said, “Do you
sit down somewhere, good sister, and out of my way, for I swear you are
the most help so!”
Even against her will then did the mother come to lean, in all her
weakness, on this quick and careful younger woman, and she was too
weak to defend her blind maid, and the younger son these days came but
sometimes to see how she did and went away again somewhere because his
mother was too weak to say a word for him against his brother. In such
weakness it was a strength to the mother to feel the young wife deft
and careful about her bed. When at last the flux passed out of her and
to some other person destined for it, and the mother rose at last, she
leaned hard upon her son’s wife, though she did not love her either,
but only needed her.
It took the mother very long to come somewhat to herself again, and
she was never wholly sound again. She could not eat the rough cabbages
she loved, nor any sort of melon nor the peanuts she had liked to chew
raw from the ground when they were dug, and ever after this she had to
think what she ate, to see how it suited itself to her inwards, and if
she grew impatient with such finicking and cried out that she would eat
what she would and liked and her belly must bear it, why, then the flux
came back again. Or even if she worked too hard or sat in any small
cold wind that evil illness waited for her and made her helpless for a
while again.
Then in her helplessness she saw the blind maid must be wed into some
house of her own, for it was true she was not welcome here. When the
mother was too weak to cry against it, she saw the maid was ill at ease
there and felt herself unwanted, and one day the maid came herself at a
moment when her mother was alone and she said, “Mother, I cannot stay
here in my brother’s house. Oh, mother, I think I would sooner be wed
anywhere so that I could be somewhere I was wanted!”
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