Just When You Think Things Can't Get Worse...

They do. Big surprise, yeah? Linton is dead, Edgar is dead, CJ is grieving, and Heathcliff of course could care less about them all. You know, the usual terrible things that happen to them all. Blah, blah blah, blah blah, whatever.

Most important, CJ and the Linton estates (because I can't remember their real name right now, we'll call them that) are in chaos. Because Linton married her, he got control of the lands when CJ's father died. But now that he's dead too, Heathcliff gets everything, including the power to boss her around and such.

CJ is so unhappy she has stopped coming out of her room, and now that she is again everything annoys and displeases her. She's in a I-hate-the-world mood, and she should be. I would be. Heck, most of us except you weird optimist people would be. Husband dead, dad dead, lands gone, freedom gone, Heathcliff being himself, and Nelly away. Nothing to lose and at the bottom of the food chain, I would be busting heads at this point. But as this is a romantic 1800s novel where girls are weak, she can't do that. But she can be downright mean, evil, cruel, all that stuff without feeling bad about it. Good for her, hope things get better for you.

Heathcliff is even taking away her home, just because he wants to put some extra moolah in his pocket. He's renting it out to people and keeping Nelly there, so now CJ doesn't even have someone to talk to. Poor thing.

Ciao for now,

Carli