The Penworthy cottage escalated into a state of frenzied commotion when Tamzin and her brood of children, followed rather begrudgingly by her thin faced hen-pecked husband, entered at the first cock’s crow. “Everyone up!” Tamzin ordered bossily. “We’ve a lot to do.” Jenna rolled over in her small bedroom. She felt as though she hadn’t slept a wink, tossing and turning until at last she fell into an uneasy slumber. She lay back against the pillow, listening to the sound of her sister’s voice down below and looked around her small bedroom. Sadly, it occurred to her this would be the last time she slept here in this little room. Tonight she would share a bed, for the first time, with Trystan in the little cottage that would now be her marital home. She felt pensive at the thought of making love to him. How could she call it making love when she felt no love toward him? Optimistically, she replayed Karenza’s story of how she came to love Billy over time in her mind.
