gatsbywidow
She sat in the library's microfiche room, going through old newspapers from the turn of the 20th century. It captivated her to see how people talked, thought, and lived.
She had originally gone in to do family research, but that idea was abandoned when she became absorbed in old advertisements and news stories.
My parents split up when I was five years old. My father was in the military and my mother, a housewife, grew weary of traveling all the time and never seeing my dad.
Mother moved us to Texas after the divorce, and we never saw my father again.
The table was full of tarnished silver goblets, the contents of which were spilled all over an antique lace cloth. Mary entered the room, and was overcome by the pungent odor of mildew and decaying food.