Chapter Eight
The chapter opens on a bright, June‑like day. Offred notices three fresh executions on the Wall: a priest still wearing a black cassock and two men in Guardian uniforms with purple “Gender Treachery” placards. She tells Ofglen they should return, and Ofglen answers without a word, moving like a music‑box figure. Offred muses about the word “Mayday,” recalling a conversation with Luke about its origins.
A small funeral procession passes: three Econowives in black veils, the first a mother holding a tiny black jar that once contained an unborn child. Offred and Ofglen pause, place their hands over their hearts, and the mourners continue, one spitting at the sidewalk.
Continuing past the barrier, they walk among empty houses. At a corner Ofglen stops, says “Under His Eye,” and Offred replies in kind before they part.
In the driveway, Nick is polishing the Whirlwind car. He looks up, whistles, asks “Nice walk?” Offred nods silently; he is not supposed to speak to her. A memory of Aunt Lydia’s warning that “All flesh is weak… God made you different” flickers in Offred’s mind.
In the garden behind the house, the Commander’s Wife, Serena Joy, sits in a chair. Offred reflects on the artificiality of her name, learns that her birth name was Pam, recalls a profile in a news magazine, remembers her former public speeches about women’s domestic role, and notes two failed assassination attempts (a missed shot and a bomb). Serena now appears silent, staring at tulips, her face collapsing like a cut‑paper profile. Aunt Lydia’s admonition to “feel for the Wives” is echoed.
Offred returns to the house, opens the gate, and enters the kitchen where fresh bread cools. Rita, the Martha, is chopping old carrots. Offred mentions oranges at Milk and Honey and offers them, hoping to ingratiate herself. Rita grunts, accepts the gesture, and begins to prepare a chicken, pulling out giblets. Cora arrives from the pantry, comments on the chicken’s size, and asks who will bathe it. The women treat Offred as a household chore rather than a person.
Offred moves through the house, passing the grandfather clock and sunlight through a fanlight, feeling light‑filled colors on the floor. She climbs the stairs, sees a man in the hallway— the Commander—who should not be there. He looks at her, steps aside without touching or speaking, then disappears. Offred is left questioning his intent and the breach of custom.