I love this story. Not long after I started reading this story, I started crying with Mrs. Mallard. To lose her husband in such a terrible way, to lose the man she loved. I felt empathy for her but not just her also for her sister Josephine, having to be the one to tell her sister that her husband was dead. Also for Richards, who had to bring the news of his good friend’s death! He seemed to be hurting as much as Mrs. Mallard. My empathy turned to shock as I read of her feelings of freedom. Although, she loved her husband, she felt trapped. Not just in her marriage but all marriages. She felt marriage was an entrapment of some kind. I suppose you could say it is just the era in which she lived. People were quick to get married years ago. A woman was raised to get married, to bare children, to do what their husbands ask of them with little or no questions. It should have come as no surprise that she felt this way about marriage. Yet, I was surprised. I would have been searching my mind for the answers to questions that must be answered. What would I do without someone to take care of me? Where would I live? How can I live without the man I love? Mrs. Mallard had a bad heart; I was worried, as so was the people in her life, that the news of her husband’s death would kill her. I was overjoyed for her when she walked into the hallway and the front door opened and low and behold there stood her husband. Safe and sound, having been far away from the accident when it occurred. I wonder if the shock of seeing her husband alive or the thought of losing the freedom she had just gained only minutes before had killed her.
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