susann-noir reblogged
𝔸𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕁𝕖𝕥
The aunts were not invited to potluck suppers or library fund-raisers, but when a woman in town quarreled with her lover, when she found herself pregnant by someone who wasn’t her husband, or discovered that the man she’d married was unfaithful as a hound, then there she’d be, at the Owens back door, just after twilight, the hour when the shadows could hide your features so that no one would recognize you as you stood beneath the wisteria, a tangled vine that had grown above the door for longer than anyone in town had been alive.
Source: hellishnell