How long does it take to peg out a load of clothes, having washed them by hand, in the early morning with a wondering promise of sun but with visible dark clouds in the horizon, onto a hang line? How many hours of a woman’s day are swallowed up in washing, cooking, cleaning, getting children ready for school, collecting them, scrubbing and scouring grease off pans, digging and harvesting? Maybe as many as she can spare, but most time every day. And she has night duties to keep in mind. She must not forget those or fights break out. For if he might appreciate her sacrifice of time and dreams…
