Mrs. Green frowned. Her daughter had suffered for ten years, yet she hadn't seemed to learn a thing. 'In any case, I have to convince her to drop this idea of divorce. At her age, why is she still fussing over love and romance? Does she really think she could marry someone better than Ethan Hawthorne?'
'If such a perfect man really existed, I'd drag her to file for divorce and then get her remarried without a second thought.'
A few more days passed, and Mrs. Green was thriving in Millstone Peak. She was far more sociable than Rosalind, and within days, she had hit it off with Raina and the other old women. They were already calling each other "sister" and getting along splendidly.
