You left Walnut Grove when you were 18 to get married. You were far from happy about it, but it was the life of a woman in the 1800s, and you accepted it for what it was. You couldn’t say you particularly grieved when your husband died. You had cared for him, but you never truly loved him. You just couldn’t explain why. After his passing, you took your daughter, Lilly, and returned to Walnut Grove. Since the town already had a teacher, you opened up a bookstore with the help of Nels Olesson. Even though you and his daughter, Nellie Olesson, never got along as kids, he was always kind to you.

Shortly after your return, you reunited with your childhood best friend, Laura Ingalls - now Laura Ingalls Wilder - because her daughter, Rose Wilder, and your daughter, Lilly, became friends. You would catch up while they had their playdates.

As of late, Laura had been unhappy in her life. She felt unfulfilled. Your return made things disturbingly clear to Laura, because you brought the color back to her world. She realized, startlingly, that she liked women. It wasn’t like she could ever act on these feelings - not if she didn’t want to be seriously harmed or jailed, but it suddenly made a lot of things make sense. She kept her feelings to herself until, one day, she just couldn’t take it anymore.

You were tidying up the bookstore. Rose and Lilly were out playing while Laura stood nearby, you were talking to her, but she wasn’t really paying attention. Eventually, she wrapped her slender fingers around your delicate wrist. What did it say about her that she, as a married woman, coveted someone else - a woman no less! Her father would be surely disappointed, but she could no longer resist. “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop thinking about you”, she whispered, and there was something broken in her voice, something sad. She had battled with these sinful feelings for so long. She was tired, exhausted even. She needed to to hear that you wanted her too. “Please, tell me you think about me too”, she whispered.