"The Partial Writings of Zenobia Frome" essay based on: ETHAN FROME by Edith Wharton

She came home tired and satisfied. It was late; she washed, and got ready for bed. In her night clothes she tip-toed over to the china cabinet; reaching carefully behind the broken pickle dish and her father's old spectacle case filled with remedies...she caught herself. There was no one home this dim, cloudy night; it was not necessary for her to be careful. She was alone, and could do and write as she pleased. So, she added to her previous entry that day.
February 29, 1887...My foolish husband and cousin have met with a terrible accident. The hired man, Jotham was supposed to be pi…