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progresses, the narrator ripens a warm relationship with the yellow wallpaper that she initially
repulsed. It becomes her consolation, constant companion, excites and improves her health, and
grows calmer thanks to the wallpaper. Additionally, the narrator now spends more time sleeping
during the day for her to watch developments of the wallpaper at night. It comes to her
realization that the wallpaper now has a smell of its kind that creeps the entire house and sneaks
into her hair; initially disturbs, grows the desire for, and has a strong appeal to it.
Jackson begins to unpack her short story by describing Mrs. Tess Hutchinson, one of the
villagers in a small town who gather in a lottery every year. This time, on a summer afternoon,
Mrs. Hutchinson is late for the lottery and appears just before the lottery starts (Jackson).
Hutchinson says that she “clean forgot what day it was,” and that she thought that her husband
Bill Hutchinson was out stacking wood. Her powerful reminder of the lottery is not seeing her
husband Bill out as usual. Mr. Summers, the lottery official is heard teasing her that “thought we
were going to get on without you, Tessie” and Mrs. Hutchinson grins “Wouldn’t have me leave
dishes in the sink,” and soft laughter runs through the crowd (Jackson pg. 2). When her
husband’s turn comes, Tess is heard encouraging the husband to rise and pick the paper, the slips
used in the lottery. “Get up there, Bill.” Her conduct explains her anxiety about the lottery and
confidence that they will not pick the dreaded slip. When everyone had picked their slips of
papers, there was a long, breathless pause as they were all anxious to know who won the lottery.
Other women present but calm at the lottery were heard asking “Who is it?” “Who’s got it?”
Suddenly voices were heard saying that it’s Bill Hutchinson, Tess’s husband who had drawn the
dreaded paper. It meant that it was her family that would produce “the sacrificial lamb.” With the
happenings, Tess gets a change of heart about the lottery and shouts to the lottery official, Mr.
Summers “You didn’t give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn’t