"Oh, her fruit; it did freeze. She worried about that when it turned so cold. She said the fire'd go out and her jars would break." (Kennedy 811)
I love this line and the one before it ("Here's a nice mess") Here we are, talking about who murdered this man, clearly thinking his wife could not have slept through something like that, and we're talking about her jars of fruit freezing and breaking. I believe it, though. When confronted with something horrible or sad, the mundane things can keep a person grounded. This woman's husband is dead, whether she did it or not. So her mind goes to something completely safe and normal. Worrying that if it got to cold with the fire out, her fruit jars would break. A trifle, indeed.
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