She would never get her heart’s desire. More than anything, she wanted a child. Find a husband, someone might have told her, get married, have a baby or two—all easily accomplished even in a small town such as Blackwell. But Hannah was not interested in men. She never had been. She refused to speculate on what this might mean, or admit to the crushes she’d been aware of. She only knew that if she didn’t wish to be someone’s wife, she couldn’t have what she yearned for most in this world.
Thank whatever gods may be that we have progressed enough that people don’t have to be a man and a woman couple to have a child. I’ve been quite gloomy about the state of the world, so thinking at least one good thing has happened cheers me up.
