Beth walked briskly into the washing room, busying herself with the task at hand. She was bent over the fabrics, engrossed in sorting through the old linen and faded draperies, unaware of being watched. Gwen lingered by the doorway, quietly observing her sister as the latter worked with as much joy as one who had been awarded. Beth's joy in the task was palpable, evident in the gentle curve of her lips as she methodically organized the fabrics into their appropriate baskets.
As Gwen watched Beth's contented smile, she unintentionally returned it, still, she couldn't shake the feeling that her sister's mind was elsewhere. Despite the focused gaze fixed on the fabrics before her, it was apparent that Beth's thoughts were distant, lost in a realm invisible to Gwen's scrutiny. What was she thinking about? What was in her head?
