Suppose Scarlett Ohara was a runaway slave, whose beautiful mother had been raped by the man who owned them, who saved a wounded boy from Vermont and then walked there together as his wife. Almost home a neighbor woman hanging clothes to dry in the sun sees the boy and the Negress and the young man hears "the soft spatter of clothespins falling in the grass behind him."
Leah became kin - not without hurt and always knowing she must set right what she ran from. That takes her life, but troubled, sadly beautiful daughters unknowingly follow the path to - let's call it "redemption" A very twisted path it may seem, but put me in mind of a Moebius strip - gets… Mehr dazu
