And then he developed a terrible cough and a putrid sore throat. For the next two weeks Elizabeth never left his side, spoon-feeding him willow bark tea, dogwood bark tea, honey water and beef broth which Abigail made up fresh every morning. That first night had been the worst. Sitting by the bed...
Robert asked in a whisper. It was a short time later and he was holding Elizabeth in his arms. They were snuggled under the bedclothes, comfortably warm and sated. “It was only a pinch.” She said, her fingers trailing playfully over his chest. “Next time ‘twill be better.” He said, kissing her ha...