It’s just another day – or so you thought. Working on your day’s chores, you take to the barn, looking for fishing sinkers. But it’s so warm, you climb up to the loft for a break to snack on a delicious pear. It’s easy to lose track of time in such a place, and what does it matter after all?  You’re 32, still living with your father and his wife, and have no prospects of your own. When you do finally emerge, life, as you knew it, will have forever changed. Poor Lizzie Borden.