"Fat; having lost her youth; with bad teeth, and a blotched complexion, and that figure (Ford!) - you simply couldn't look at her without feeling sick, yes, positively sick. So the best people were quite determined not to see Linda." (Page 153)
Imagine the sadness Linda felt when she was finally able to return to the world she loved, and she was not received with open arms. Her son was, for he was a scientific adventure, but she was shunned for her appearance and status as a mother. I can only feel distraught for poor Linda because she spent most of her adult life pining to escape her life with the savages only to finally break free into a world of exile. She came from the reservation where she was actually whipped for doing what she thought was right: being with more than one man. And to make matters worse, she was basically an exile in her community on the reservation. The poor thing lost her life in the brave new world, found a half-life among the savages, and died in a familiar setting with only her son by her side. I can only hope that she was happy to be back near hot water and constant nurse's aid. I definitely do not envy how her life turned out. RIP Linda.
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