Her sisters, just ahead of them, turned left toward home. Samuel guided the horse right. “Where are you going?” Anna asked him. “Home is that way.” Samuel chuckled. “I think I know where you live.” He grinned boyishly at her in the light of the carriage lamps. “The rules say that I’m supposed to drive my girl home. They don’t say what route I have to take to get there.” “Mam won’t be pleased,” Anna ventured. Sitting beside him was wonderful, but the doubts and fears that Dorcas had raised made her apprehensive. She wanted to come right out and ask Samuel if this was a courting of convenience, or something more…but she couldn’t be that bold. And if he said that he thought of her as a good companion and nothing more, she couldn’t stand it. Anna’s stomach churned. She shouldn’t have eaten that second popcorn ball or the whoopie pie. She should have stuck to the apple and celery slices that everyone was dipping in peanut butter. No wonder she was so fat and ugly.
