{"product_id":"2940011924606","title":"The Prodigal Returns","description":"Sunshine and a garden path . . . flowers . . . the face and neck and bosom of the nurse upon whose heart I lay, and her voice telling me that she must leave me, that we must part, and immediately after anguish--blotting out the sunshine, the flowers, the face, the voice. This is my first recollection of Life--the pain of love. I was two years old.\u003cbr\u003eNothing more for two years--and then the picture of a pond and my baby brother floating on it, whilst with agonised hands I seized his small white coat and held him fast. And then a meadow full of long, deep grass and summer flowers, and I--industriously picking buttercups into a tiny petticoat to take to cook, \"to make the butter with,\" I said.\u003cbr\u003eAnd then a table spread for tea. Our nurses, my two brothers, and myself. Angry words and screaming baby voices, a knife thrown by my little brother. Rage and hate. And then a wedding, and I a bridesmaid, aged five years--the church, the altar, and great awe, and afterwards a long white table, white flowers, and a white Bride. Grown men on either side of me--smilingly delightful, tempting me with sweets and cakes and wine, and a new strange interest rising in me like a little flood of exultation--the joy of the world, and the first faint breath of the mystery of sex.","brand":"New Century Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47068878504176,"sku":"2940011924606","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940011924606_p0.jpg?v=1763551596","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940011924606","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}