At least Rosemary hadn’t volunteered today. The girl had shown great discretion and wisdom in the past few weeks, so Lydia shouldn’t be surprised. Rosemary had always been a decent girl, and ever since Ezra had taken Rosemary home from the hymn singing, the girl had blossomed like a rose. Lydia forced herself to smile and stepped closer in the crowded kitchen to lay her hand on Rosemary’s arm. “You look a little woozy. Did Ezra just walk past?” she teased. A hint of a smile crossed Rosemary’s face, while she fanned herself with both hands. “No, I’m just a little weak, that’s all. Food—even the sight of it—seems to do that to me lately.” “Well, congratulations on your success with Ezra.” Lydia pressed Rosemary’s arm and turned to go. Rosemary reached out to clutch Lydia’s hand, and whispered in her ear, “Thanks for not being angry with me about Ezra. And I know Sandra isn’t either. She just spoke with me today. The two of you couldn’t be nicer about it.”
