"...it seemed she couldn't cross it now was simply because she hadn't crossed it before" (203). Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters stepped into something without knowing the weight of it. Along with fear and uncertainty, the sheriff's wife and an old friend, of the accused, Minni Foster, agreed to walk through the door of a lonely, cold and bitter house.
             To be ones peer it to be ones equal. Without the understanding of one to another, there is no common ground, and without a common ground there is no intuition. Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters are lost in their own thoughts, having troubles convicting Mrs. Wright for something as awful as murder. Sensing something strange about the house, the women try and justify what Mrs. Wright may have done to her husband. While going through and cleaning her pots and pans, the two women feel sympathy and some kind of loyalty to Minni Foster. Her fruit was gone, her sugar was half put away, her table half cleaned, no bird singing back to her from inside the broken cage. How awful it must have been to live there, with no company in the hollow. Unlike Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Hale, Minni Foster was alone most of the time; cleaning with torn rags, cooking on an old, worn out stove. With no children to tend to, no husband around to show compassion with, Mrs. Wright was dying inside while her life was still breathing.
             Men will never fully understand women, as women will never fully understand men. The men were looking through the kitchen, unconcerned with what was left out, with what was forgotten. Many things that seem to petty to a man, like fruit being kept safe, may be meaningful to a woman. Its little things like that that sent the two women in a state of empathy.
             While the county attorney opened the cupboard, scrutinizing and searching for clues or motives he said, "Here's a nice mess" (206). Talking about the fruit in the jars, the men couldn't
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