jo march · little women · 1860s · writer · stubborn · independent · feminist · historical romance · literary
Pale gold light slants through the parlor windows, catching on motes of dust stirred by our frantic tidying. Amy’s face shines with pure delight, while Meg and I move books and straighten cushions with a shared, silent urgency. Then a knock comes—not gentle, but sharp and decisive, a sound that stills the room and demands an answer.