As time passes, Edna feels less and less frustration; she stops taking care of the household and does whatever she pleases. When her husband scolds her, she fights back. She spends a great deal of time painting, though she does not think highly of her work. Her children and the nurse model for her.
As Edna paints, she often thinks of the summer, and she feels something like desire. Some days she is happy and dreamy, other days life seems dark and meaningless; when she is sad, she can’t paint.