Mom and Granny are washing up the supper dishes, and I’ve been given the job of feeding the goats and chickens before our company gets here. I’m grateful to have a job that gets me out of the house for a few minutes because I’m a nervous wreck. I can’t get the picture out of my mind of Adam’s parents, horrified and dragging him out of the house, probably while holding up a crucifix in front of us. I don’t know if this picture is me seeing the future, or just me being nervous. I have to hand it to Mom, though. She’s really thrown herself into making a good impression. She made a pie from the blackberries we picked and froze this summer, and she put on a pretty purple batik dress and silver dangly earrings. Granny is in her same black dress and black stockings and silver braids. but it’s not like I expected her to put on a flowered dress and apron like a grandma in a picture book. The two goats see me coming and stand up on their hind legs with their front hooves propped on the fence.
