He wants your forgiveness." "That's nonsense. There's never been anything to forgive between Peter and me. He knows that.'' "Well, we'll just have to keep writing until he sends a letter we understand. At least he is writing. That is something, isn't it?" Stephen nodded, folding the letter and tucking it into his pocket He went outdoors to finish plowing the field he had interrupted to come in and check the mail. Late that afternoon Callie was waiting for him as he walked in from the fields. He was surprised to see her there. She used to wait for him, but since he had kissed her she had stopped. He smiled and ran to her. "What brings you out here?" A hundred thoughts crowded her, then merged in a rush of warmth. "I just wanted to see you coming home. I like to, you know." She began to laugh. "You've never learned not to blush." He reddened all the deeper and took her hand, walking her over to the stone bench where he had put in a flower garden for her. Stephen stretched out on the ground, looking up into tie sky.
