“I done brought you two roast chickens.” Silk Trevor pointed to where she’d laid them out on the table. “Nice thang is, they cain be jist as good et cold.” “Thankee, Silk.” Miz Willow rocked contentedly in her chair. “We brung salad filled with vegetables we grew!” Young Lark Cleary plunked the bowl down. “I cain’t think on another thing we ain’t got already,” Hattie mused. “Look at that spread!” “One more thing.” Daisy grunted as she slid the bag onto the table bench. “Otis Nye sent this here ham.” “We’d best get to carvin’ it then.” Hattie handed Daisy a big, shiny new knife. “The barn raisin’ll begin any minute now, and we don’t want to miss it!” I ain’t so shore about that, Daisy disagreed. The last time I attended a barn raisin’, Peter worked alongside these men. His blond hair won’t catch my eye in the crowd today. I won’t have a man to take water to and smile with. She bowed her head for a moment. These women all around either don’t know me or feel sorry for me.
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