He’d said he was coming into the post office on Monday—she’d do it then. She felt good about her decision. But then, when she saw him standing at the end of a pew in a Sunday suit, his hair slicked back, her determination crumbled. She couldn’t dream of doing anything that would wipe that grin of...
Abigail and Olivia were still hard at work in the kitchen, now dicing an assortment of vegetables for stew.“There you are,” Abigail said, wiping her hands on her apron. “How’s Tom?”“He’s unconscious right now. The doctor says we’ll need to wait and see before we’ll know for sure.” Harriet sank in...
This time, Mr. Dupree, the conductor who had helped deliver their shipment from New York, was one of their guests, as was Mrs. Dempsey.“I decided I’d better come see what was going on down here on this end of town,” she said by way of greeting as Adam met her near the door. “If I’m going to recom...