There was the story I had never heard, of her parents’ sad marriage – a rich young man, Harry Cane, urged to marry a girl still secretly in love with another man rejected by her family for being “trade”. Using maddeningly scant detail, she recounted how Harry had left her and her mother in order to become one of the hundreds of eager homesteaders lured out to the Canadian prairies in the 1900s by easy railway access and the offer of free land. What had become of him there? How had he coped? Why was there no question of his daughter joining him when her mother died of breast cancer? And how had the bearskin gloves come into our dressing-up box? Literotica nifty gay incest free#