“It was never a matter of reach, but of scope,” Morris mouthed the words around his pipe.
Ethel harrumphed under her breath, but gently. She had to take care to not move the petals or she would have to restart the lot, and there was nothing she disliked more than having to redo tediousness. Be it in business or in marriage.
“Cannot see what you find in him,” her mother had criticized her daughter’s choice of man.
“Perhaps we look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time,” her father had chuckled in knifing disapproval.
“Too long a telescope it must be,” her mother had deadpanned.
Her parents were both gone now. To the shorter end of cholera. Left Ethel and Morris the house. And a failing botany business which they were slowly but assuredly pressing into sought after art.
Prosery quote: ‘We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time’ (Hummingbird, D.H. Lawrence)
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