Connie's husband comes back from WW1 all blown up to bits and the bits grow back together (gross, Lawrence. overshare) and he's all paralyzed from the waist down, so.... yknow... no heirs... So they move to his family estate cuz he's an aristocrat and just living in your house is an appropriate career choice apparently. His estate has a coal mine that rains down ashes like "black manna from skies of doom," which is just an amazing thing to read. Life at the estate has problems.
a) black manna from skies off doom
b) Connie and cliff are uppity yuppies. The townsfolk are ugly and mean and don't don't curtsey or smile at Connie or cliff cuz of social hierarchy issues.
c) the house staff is old and ugly, too. Literally nothing ab the town or house makes Connie happy.
d) cliff miiiight be a sociopath. He sees ppl as objects to be studied, but never makes emotional connections and he needs a lot of praise.
Cliff decides he's a writer. He gets published and kinda popular. Even though he and Connie can't... Yknow... They get along really well when they're collaborating on stories together. Connie's dad, super hippie artist know it all, says his work "won't last" and Connie's like SO?! Ppl like it now! You just don't get him like I do!" And really, she just doesn't want anyone telling cliff cuz then he'll throw a bitch fit.
but main problem w these ppl is all their yuppie crap. I don't like this house lemme do NOTHING ab it. My husband doesn't connect w me physically or emotionally but he sounds smart, so whatevs. Everything ab her life has "no touch, no contact" and as long as no one talcab it, it's cool.
bluhhhhhh.... Can you see where this is going?