Belinda often gets tired of being a country girl. She dreams of living her life in a movie–Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffanys or Grace Kelly in To Catch a Thief. She married young. She is still young. Reg thinks her notions are too high-falutin’ for the Piney Woods of East Texas. Reg thinks she needs to settle down and quit dreaming of the things she can never have, be happy with the ones she can. Reg would like to have a baby. Belinda sometimes feels as if she can’t breathe, as if the sky has fallen in pieces all around her and taken away her breath. Reg doesn’t understand. Yes, she can see the glory in the flowers, the golden thread of sunshine that weaves its way between the clouds, but that doesn’t mean she can’t want more or different. It doesn’t mean that she can’t always be part of this place but move on–to gather world upon world upon world, always expanding, just like the universe.