Read the following passage from "My Father Writes to My Mother." UOCOWE Ww
So, my father had "written" to my mother. When she visited her family she
mentioned this postcard, in the simplest possible words and tone of voice, to be
sure. She was about to describe her husband's four or five days' absence from the
village, explaining the practical problems this had posed: my father having to order
the provisions just before he left, so that the shopkeepers could deliver them every
morning; she was going to explain how hard it was for a city woman to be isolated
in a village with very young children and cut off in this way... But the other women
had interrupted, exclaiming, in the face of this new reality, this almost incredible
detail:
"He wrote to you, to you?"
"He wrote his wife's name and the postman read it? Shame!..."
"He could at least have addressed the card to his son, for the principle of the thing,
even if his son is only seven or eight!"
My mother did not reply. She was probably pleased, flattered even, but she said
nothing